Lyrics:
it up
I'm back to numb
The past is strung
In every single fuckin rap I've sung
I've had enough
Got my heart broken by a bitch
I wrote an album about it
on (come on)
I'm talking to you, come on the Working Hour
This is the working hour
We are paid by those who
Learn by our mistakes
This is the working hour
done now
If do lie about the really funky shit I've gone by
But no boy I've gotta watch out
Sorrow is gonna make me fall in love with a porn star
Gotta
knocking you down
With a smug look on their faces
So I stay home writing my songs in my fantasy oasis
Would it be out of line
To spend the rest of my
a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bi-, I even have
people to buy
Well how's this for a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by
coulda beat the whole Dipset by his self (he could've)
They wasn't ready they was more focused on drippin'
He called them out for not knowin' they words
ain't got to get all extremely too personal on your albums
When you not surrounded by bigger artists to fucking boost you
Nigga you called me, I didn't
and I promise You wont make it through
Ah
Last album took me a while
Too bad it's not your style
Too bad I looked at your file
Getting me angry I've gone
Ru and Frogg at?
I put my hood on like it was cold as fuck
West side Cedar Block and niggas know what's up
I'm with the shit though, my album drop,
when the rents due
Yet thankless if things do improve
And nobodies moved by what you’ve been through
It's all about the groove the publics into
We was
to lose
Our perfect little planet
Sometimes for too long I will sit and wonder
If the snow by the lake will remember our footsteps
And I've found my home
I'm too hard to kill, I refuse to die
Sweat tears and blood, paid dues alive
In these streets I roam, I've been blessed to live
Could've easily got
They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit
Struggled all week I've been fighting for sleep but I can't find peace in bed
Way too gone to be here and the people around me would leave me for dead
Said we
died by the side of life's cold shoulder
A casualty of me growing older
I've made many realizations
But never could make ends meet
Chalk it up
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter
Your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with glasses
ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
[Verse 3]
Photo album on the counter, your
I'm About to Hit Em Where It Hurts,
Album boutta Drop Like uh hearse,
Homie you can tell by the verses
I ain't ever Lie finna purchase
Whips
need a vacation but yet I won't, too much work to do
Got an album to drop, a career to move
This year took a leap really have improved
But lately been
Yeah
Yeah!
Okay!
Okay
You know I'm getting real tired of the petty shit
Too many soft rounds now with a heavy grip
So many other rappers albums that
story never told
The album never sold
The only testament
A guide inside Vig Soul
Too young and too early
To sound so damn late and old
Too hot to have
fiend though, I'll come fuck up your whole town like el nino
I'm the hottest nigga you've seen though
Jumpin outta lex coupe
With jimmy jones right next
She's my baby girl and she relies on me
Loves me too much, won't hide from me
She knows it's shit, I've got too many flies on me
Got spies on me,
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