Lyrics:
Faya
(Written By Cole Steckbauer)
Chorus
-shorty really got that
-shorty really rock that
-no she can’t stop that
-no one can top that yeah
wonder they never quit smoking
Gotta stay in motion not to miss the moment
This life don’t stop cameras always rolling yea
Im like do or die even if I fall
Rap scholar, so my head on genius
Believe this
My profession is my tongue
Spitting hella crazy
Ain't no wonder why ya sprung
Gushing agua by the ton
else
I ain't never had nobody help
I was running this shit by myself
Yeah, when I left, wonder how my people felt
I was tripping over this money shit
I
get your crown and
Gotta find something to do or
I'll wonder where you're at
But all I wanna do is lie in bed
And make you laugh
I miss your laugh
I
I'd like to start off by thanking our sponsor
For financing the parts for this Frankenstein monster
Along with my partner who's a bro of few words
been working shifts up at the Pita pit
Got a contract, couldn't respond back
Lost contact, couldn't read the shit
May never know what might've been
lives and who dies
Water as commodity all is comedy
Acts of god acts of the purse-milking apostles
Pulling yourself up by your boot straps is
Use violence to get peace and wonder why it isn't working
That's like sleeping with a football team to try and be a virgin
Politicians are for sale
The fuck you sweating on my final choice?
Aussie rules baby, fact is, the goals is beside the points
You dig? I'm deep, they shovel you shit by the week
We
of God as love
He's down below, He's up above
He's watching people everywhere
He knows who dies and doesn't care
And I'm an ordinary man
Sometimes I
to poop
When I'm tryna take a break from my everyday
Gettin fucked by life in every way
When it's tryna push me down I try to stay
I figure out a way
ain't working
Now I'm pulling back the curtains
Revealing all the facts
On how you claiming all your followers and streams on your tax
Everything's phony
retarded as a human being
Dumb shit, no wonder people think I'm smokin' cocoa puffs
Look at all the pics I posted up, a broken coconut
I lost my marbles
facts here
I remember working back as a cashier
Simpler times now it's been three weeks
Still the page is empty
They hang on every word I fuckin' say
up shop, come home, and wonder why
The working poor still has to eat
Does the Wall matter more than the Main Street
When will we bail out common folks
to grill me though
So don't act all surprised when I'm here and I'm giving you the smoke, (Bitch)
This fucking groups a joke, it's no wonder Quan left
Him
a money in a silo
And this circle of life
Well it's a fucking joke!
Exacted one everyone by God Almighty,
Tell Walt Disney
Sigmund Freud
And that kid
wonder, golden days of history,
On spinning blades I'm the god of thunder, what's my name again? That will do
Flyboys, they get all the glory, working men
years old that summer,
Just having my self a ball,
Working on a record deal,
Playing in the bars and concert halls, making money just to watch it burn,
relay you the facts
The foreign policy just delayed the collapse
The US policy motivated by Fed
To justify the suppression
Of independent care
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