10,000 Hours
Luke Santana
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Take me to dinner I pick up my up tab Two on the tongue and I ain't coming back Two in the function I'm done with the rustling I made it a point that I'm killing your ass I'm done with myself Been thru a marathon hating myself Working discussions I'm waiting for wealth 10,000 hours up under my belt But I'll never shake the storm We got the pay in mind They got the hating mind Oh Oh Living to make me shine Cant ever shake my grind, oh They got the pape in mind I gotta waste some time, oh oh You cannot fake these signs I'm never leaving my prime I've fallen victim Everybody losing taste like a Covid symptom We ain't got gas so I roll my sins up Can't be seen so I roll my tints up This year gon' be a horrible winter, If you don't get straight Race your mind for your saving grace Saving thanks for my fam today Me and Danny out out here paving ways like If you bitches gon be something be real Compensating 'til I'm making a mil Cream of the crop no I'm cream of the hill Not unexpected it's part of the drill This gonna kill Tommy like hill Can I get something I'm telling em no Who's at my who's at my who's at my show Now look at my dough, now look at my dough We got it I spent an hour in the morning I spent some days up in the Stu I worked for weeks to come after Y'all broke my heart a month or two And I'm still working years and years until I quit or make it soon But babe I know Imma make it home I wanna plead to preacher that's reaping the soul of the broken in your holy mind When in a space of these indifferent artist my shit is phenomenal breaking the time Finding these pockets to drop in it feel like they watching me rapping and getting in line I'm on a journey to find me the ex that been marking my spot cuz I been seeing signs Patient cuz I know it's gonna come soon Sober but still the highest in the room I'm on my way for five times in a row She still ain't ever gon pick up the phone Damn I been eating what can't I consume Need something harder can't f*ck with these people I love all my people but I'm in the room Broke and disheveled go pick up the broom My newest feature could kill all your verses, I made it and all of y'all gonna be doomed and shit Can't undermine me I'm too legit No, no, no, no, No, no, no, no, no, no, no, No I spent an hour in the morning I spent some days up in the Stu I worked for weeks to come after Y'all broke my heart a month or two And I'm still working years and years until I quit or make it soon But babe I know imma make it home
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Written by: Lucas Whitted, Dan Flavin
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