Lyrics:
fantastic
Until you grow up and realize that shit dramatic
That girl fake as fuck and I'm talking about the plastic
That guy smoke it up and even though he is
the span of dying
Trying to tell you don't go, I'm about to blow
No mo' innocence, it's about the dollars
And events of fame
Aren't you
a lake in the woods like Jason
I be going step by step
You be still stuck on the pavement
New potion in the pot i'm making
You dont know about my creation
boogie when I'm bored
Let me fly, but lately I've been feeling sore, tryna sore
I talk about my future like it's just about to happen
Get smacked by
thoughts I wish would stray
It's like even when I'm high all the dark shit hits the same, damn
This Bob Marley, this Mac Dre, this Snoop
So if you trying
years ‘fore you bound to break, I just hope that I'm next in the line for grace
‘Cause I ‘dun paid my dues, laced my shoes, stayed down for ten years
what you think about
Because life is really magic
I think the princess must have just kissed a frog
Cause the smart TV that's hanging against the wall
surprise
Catching onto the warning signs
Thought I could control the tides
You proved me wrong every single time
And baby, I cried for you
But I’m too pretty
me lil' twist and it drove 'em crazy (crazy)
Then I couldn't get no job
'Cause corporate wouldn't hire no dreadlocks
Then I thought about my dogs
me lil' twist and it drove 'em crazy (crazy)
Then I couldn't get no job
'Cause corporate wouldn't hire no dreadlocks
Then I thought about my dogs
hands in your pocket you waitin
If it is about the numbers, call me guilty by association
Kash Memph hittin the kind of mode that's yet to be named
Kash
My thoughts straight chasing me
I pick up the pace
You best believe me when I tell you I'm the last in the race
But there's a beauty 'bout awareness
going through suicidal thoughts by my lonely
Not worry about these fuck niggas i'm getting to the cash
And I'm going crazy like I'm doing the dash
Niggas
Girl, I don't give a fuck about
Presents underneath the tree
None of those gifts mean shit to me
But you know what's on my wish list?
Girl, I wanna
ain't new to this
Staying out the way from all you hooligans
Bob, weave, bob, weave
Way that they talking, you would've thought they speaking Siamese
And it ain't always gotta be about money
I'll get you your visa you come to my country
I thought that you wanted to come with me
Why you ain't coming
tellin' me my style was a fluke
'Cause I wouldn't give you boots, and you thought I was cute
I got loot, see money is all that I'm about
Just coolin' wit
tellin' me my style was a fluke
'Cause I wouldn't give you boots, and you thought I was cute
I got loot, see money is all that I'm about
Just coolin' wit
just went right up and asked him, i said
Will Bonnie Prince
Palace or whatever "What do
You think about it?
Is it worth being an artist
Or an indie-rock
tackle him hard
And then they aim for his head
I found him running
I said, hot Bob, he just says you're dead
I don't get it
I ask my friend, she doesn't
And Bob's your uncle but you worry about your country
I don't take molly, I take lil' rocksy and my daughter
Out to get chiffon dresses from the shopping
you'll find
Who's goin' home with you tonight?
I changed all the credit cards
And switched the lock to all my doors
You thought my heart would be
you'll find
Who's goin' home with you tonight?
I changed all the credit cards
And switched the lock to all my doors
You thought my heart would be
'd hear electric storms on those humid nights
When it was so hot you couldn't possibly sleep
But through the static would come Bob Newhart
And I'd listen
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