Lyrics:
Late-night deep thoughts drowned out
By my video game
How am I? Well, I guess that I'm pretty okay
Things are pickin' back up in
Terms of buildin' my name not
everything I want
But
I'm shackled by my own roof
I be like dam
I wanna get out of my house and do
What I want
But I gotta stay inside, some days
And rest
Look, all I need is one sixteen
To brag on my king
Romans 1:16
We brag about him daily ‘cause he runs this thing
Can I do it?
Yes, sir
Can I do
and dip, go
If you try this shit i'll put killers on payroll
Niggas don't even gotta do it for the bankroll
I got niggas, that might just kill when I say so
Kiss my ass !
Yes sir !
I don?t care who you are
I don?t care what you do
There comes a time (uh huh)
Everybody?s life (yup!)
When?
You just gotta
One, Two, Three, Four, Five
Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, ten
Are you ready!
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Terrace-Nine
Smoking hot and smoking pot or
You know an alien version
Stylish tops and never stoppin' with Summer
The smothering heat that I'm servin'
Might
Hello
Your album come out soon, and this is all you got
What you mean, all I got?
You don't think this is dope?
Ha ha, this shit sucks
You need
you came to lie (Came to lie)
I don't wanna say goodbye (Say goodbye)
I wonder if emotions die? (Yeah)
In my head I see a different version
Feeling all the weight of the stars
But I just can't keep missing you
I'm running past you all alone
Grab my hand shawty, what you trying to do?
If
shit all up out that basement
Look I did it by myself, never needed help
Told them once I do this shit they all can go to hell
Man y'all never helped me
a good day,
You've got to do a good day's work.
Chorus 1:
You've gotta dig, dig, dig, dig for your dinner,
Nothin's what you get for free.
You've
you've been talking 'bout this shit)
(Bro, just drop the fucking album)
Yeah, yeah
I don't belong on this Earth
I see my name in the stars
I want it so
Still trying to recoup from the first album ass holes
You's a gangster, prove it
Wanna shoot me, do it
That's word than Jerry McGuire
I'll set that
at the fated land
I shall make it end (will you watch me end?)
Oh
Round and round we go
Holding on to pain
Driven by our egos
Feelings (feelings) untold
down the microphone, son, surrender, forfeit
Did I hear something 'bout a crew? What they wanna do?
You better call Mr. Babyface so he can bring out
that you be my crutch
Lord I am not perfect by a long shot, I confess to you daily
But I work harder everyday, and I hope that you hear me
In my heart
that you be my crutch
Lord I am not perfect by a long shot, I confess to you daily
But I work harder everyday, and I hope that you hear me
In my heart
I start these trends
Don't say you don't know me yeah, don't play pretend
If we making money yeah, let's make amends
I do it and y'all watch me yeah,
been sent this way by you
What am I
What am I supposed to do
Time is passing
Got me thinking
Should've left my phone at home
So I'd be in this moment
beat from the pocket now
And the crumbs on the face how I love the cake
That one thing you supposed to do
You look around it’s wherever you look
But
don't think you should believe in me the way you do
'Cause I'm terrified to let you down, oh
It's true, I'm a Rubik's, a beautiful mess
At times
alone I fear
Come and see my mental home movies
I never am the star - the villain though by far
A good day can slowly waste away
And all that it takes
Spending a Milly
Then I'm gonna fly this chick
Out to Japan woah
I need the advance
Cash in my hand
They want a 12 songs album no FTs
They gone give me
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