Lyrics:
over brawn
Need to loosen up
Taking things too seriously
Trin'a be
The best version of me.
In love with the music
With the melody
In a different galaxy
'm being direct
I'm unimpressed by these bitches that I see in the press
I'm kinda vexed by the trash like I'm cleaning a mess
'Cause they as real when
people feel inside
The best thing I could do is become the most healthy version of myself
In hopes that everyone I know will say I did them well
I
Bumpin' to the radio with the air so cold as the moonlight glows
No, we don't give a fuck, we ain't gotta change a thing no more
Uh
Fuck it, we gon' do
at a quarter to ten it was the same old thing all over again
I was doin bad my future was bleek
I'd rather play games than eat or sleep until one day, this guy
I don't wanna thing but to persevere
I don't wanna be the only one out here
I don't wanna seem like it ain't bouta' thing
But I'm fed up with
I bet you're sick of them pick up lines, the same thing every Friday night
You're so hot girl, you're looking so fine, like you don't already know
that better or for worse thing, honey
I can do better
So how-about you and me dancin’ slow by the radio, yeah
It’s time for me to get back the guy we
a little boy I wanted to be a rapper
Wanted to be on the radio and snapping pictures after
And so I grabbed my pen and pad and scribbled chitter chatter
There's a few things I'd like to mention
These rappers out here swear they so appealing
I'll step through your business and hurt your feelings
I need
(he goes by the other man's ways)
Now see, there's just one more thing I have to talk about
'bout how they say rap music is turnin kids out
You got
i'm lonely and i keep em by
Battle with some choices
Of having to make some choices
Battles with keeping it quiet
Or me making noises
Battle with using
balance, regain my way
Mum and Dad, it all worked out okay
Kissing Kyle, kissing Dan
Damn I'm such a lucky Man
Things get thrown round to radio sound
Best
the conversation
But I just want to be heard
On the radio station
This beat gives me so many vibes
I can't even lie
It's the stuff I listen to
When I go for a ride
ain?t right, by the time you could afford it the car ain?t important
In the streets silent, it?s just I and - cops keep firin? in my environment
Leavin?
Pitt
All my Angelinas if you got it let me see it
Did it by myself, not a little bit of help
Nobody, nobody did nothing I know
On my knees saying
Emotions hanging from ascension
My life devoted to convention
Some things I quote without extension
Should've voiced my full opinion
I can't focus
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
four Velours, withdrawals by Michael Kors
And I watch a pretty penny I'm talkin hundred or more
My critique for 'leet, not for the cheap
And my money
amazing
It's not a phase
I want you to stay with me
By my side, I swallow my pride
Your love is so sweet, it knocks me right off of my feet
Can't explain
& Chatting to much
I won't take it but thanks for the advice
2 hours of studio time
It went by fast
No cap, Come we slow down the time
But Ay, won't tell
dawg, he like an elder brother to me
Who knows to seek for the beauty, even when shit gets ugly
I gotta give one to KZ, he’s like another version of me
it taste like the music strange
Radio playing gmos so you aint to blame
Lately I'm finding
I've been wrong about a lot of things
I know now that
the shit with a rusty screwdriver, BLAOWW!!
[I'll fuckin]
[I'll fuckin
I'll fuckin hang you by your fuckin dick
off a fuckin twelve sto-story building out
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