Lyrics:
on quarantine cookin' hits 'till I'm a millionaire
As the light fades
And the sun dissipates past the mountains
Now the stars in my face, gotta stop countin'
with her my light was dimmer
Not a bad thing she calmed me down like MSG dinners
Months pass by, got put in groups, ain't think much of it
Found my leg
the kids they just wanna break
Never get a break
They cut
And some bake
We're living this hell you know his name
I just wanna rage rap spaz
Keep my mic in
games no fair
I hear you out we’ll share
Let’s go
And when I’m feeling most loud in the room we going slide another room you ‘gon let me Know
And when you
Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off
Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes
As the sound of motorcars fades in the night
Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off
Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes
As the sound of motorcars fades in the night
Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off
Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes
As the sound of motorcars fades in the night
spent running with the devil
Running with the devil
Living life On the edge
Couldn't even notice/ had my life in a hex
Trying to fry the next onion
For
Finally I'm back in the depths of my head
In the left hand corner where I always sat and wept
Frightened by lightning, frightened by the dark
Swept beneath the prairie arch
Over Livingstone's range
Crocus bear the tones of March
Living colour arranged
And dabbed in little dots here
living like this
Attitude on sassy sarcastic don't give a shit
Yeah I'm done living like this
Want some money in my pocket just to toss at a bitch
I can
Hundred strangers in a room, by the time I walk out
Got ninety-nine homies and a lil' vibe
I am not what they assume, I've been taking different
And slip my dickhead in
Yeah
Bumping Dipset and Jeezy that straight drop
Used to shop at Ross by selling Blockbusters at GameStop
Avoiding bill collectors
&move so tactic
B-b-boom, soon as I step in the room my presence get felt like a blind kid on Christmas
Without no contact they see that I’m gifted,
on my living room chair
Open up the doors just to let in the air
Both eyes closed
Me and my imagination
All five senses get a good regeneration
Letting go
stepping out my comfort range
Rolling shit up in my room how you know it's just been a mess
I had to take a bet on myself I never settled for less
I put my
in my tank
And I've still got a way to go
Another hotel, it's time to check out soon
As I look around the room
I think of all the friends I've
money, (Maybach O)
Believe that, (We going to turn out the club)
Lame ass niggas in your ear all night
Ciroc got me loose, but your dress fitting tight
My
the room
Wonder who evil eyes you
Cos they wish they was you
Suss it from early
Cos in the streets no ones worthy
Sitting in Stoney and Burberry
Now these
swift
Early to rise, feeling wealthy and wise
Creating life opportunities to fly by
Inevitably, I catch luck in the mitt of my glove
A Yogi Berra pedigree
with all the chips and the keys to the Range Rover
Drop me in the jungle, I'ma run with the gorillas
Lock me in a room with a savage or a killer
I'ma
a potent year
X6's red, up in Albany with the dreds
Bags of black, fuck the feds
Papers in Aruba's, gold tuba from Bermuda
In my living room spreads,
Good drank good smoke in my system
Luxury life living
Got a problem
I could solve it no issues
She want the life out in luxury
Hit her lights out
Bank
Wanted to show my full range
Jesus said that we will receive power
Soon as the Holy Spirit comes upon you
Be His witness to the end of the earth
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