Lyrics:
The pen, the sword, in accord
I got a taste for both
Original blows are critical
Rarely play the tropes
I live my life by the way
The one that I
(sleep, gini')
So scared to say something, so I just put the blame on me
Now here I am, and I'm tryin' my best to be honest (honest)
'Cause the sources
of TV I was ready to scream.
So I called up this beer drinkin' buddy of mine
And said, "Bill, I ain't havin' a real good time."
He said, "Why don't
"Delilah have mercy eh Mercy eh Have mercy eee"
Girl you gat the vibe you gat the vibe uh
When I look at you your body na fire
Omo o critical critical
While the embers prevail
I can do whatever with my hair
I can skip town and disappear
So what the hell am I doing here?
I stare at him
Who am I?
What do I
if not, where the hell did it go?
'Cause here I sit in Lucifer's den by the dutch oven just choosing to sin
Even if it means I'm selling my soul,
'm so glad I'm here, I can't believe I made it
Everything I've been through made me who I am
Everything I've been through made me who I am
Now you see it,
in heavy debt, and that's a shoutout Andy H
30k for a semester shit I shoulda gone to Pace
Homie when I see a freshman, I can tell just by the face
machine by nature and I'm too young to be dismissed
But I'll sit in the corner with my crayons, glue, and math
Cause everyone around me says that's the best
the summary
Mistakes from last year won't last around here
Inspired by my peers
Working out here
Income ideas
Income per diem
I got nothing left to talk about
on the critical list, about to pull the plug out
So here, nympho, here's some good info
Stop takin em putts and close your legs, toots
'Cause I remember you
out from the bottom and build with ya
Be on my last dollar and split the bill with ya
I'm 23 with morals and plans of living cordial
Not rich, but
with
You'll squeal with you
I like to start it out from
The bottom and build with you
Be on my last dollar and
Split the bill with you
I'm twenty-three
At 2am while I'm trying to fall asleep
Like when you dropped something and I bent down to get it
And I saw that you did too, and we both stopped and I
I know my rights
I know my rights
I know my Bill of Rights
Though I walk
Through the valley
Of Death
I am not Afraid
Cause I don't give
I don't wanna live life paying bills
I need greenback bills
I wanna rock like Bill as well
I don't wanna live life paying bills
I need greenback
the gender criticals
Fuck the gender criticals
I am just gonna be myself
I'm done being someone else
I won't explain, cause I don't ow you my pain
I'm through,
Slowly I turn, step by step
Through the backwindow, I crept
Silent as a mouse on a set
While everybody in the house slept,
I disconnect the phones
love my enemy
You could never take my history
You could never block my destiny
Never did love follow me
And I'll never return to poverty
Never fooled by
Feel like these rappers wanna stick me like Ceasar,
Not Biggies homie but the emperor with seizures,
I am not him but no time to get facetious,
My
money and that gold chain
But don't get shot we need you here
We need everything you earned am I making myself clear?
Blow your whole bag throw them bills
'm going to kill you
Slowly I turn, step by step, through the back window I crept
Silent as a mouse on the set while everybody in the house slept
I
the bills skyrocket by the minute
Then, when you finally get a chance to save something
Keep it in 'ya hands, something happens where you got to spend it
to get a bollocking...
(recorder clicks on and off here)...the time, I know why 'e got a bollocking, because you, you know, you dunno what the fuck 'e's
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