Lyrics:
Your performance is almost over
When you're through I will take you home
To a place where the water's always fresh and cool
I will lay you down,
mellow funk vibes
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My funds was insufficient, it felt I'm in prison
Until I realized I had to set my mind free
I was trusting statistics more than I trust
scared of me
(Hush!) Go to sleep, little trust fund baby
I don't need you and I know that you hate it
Don't you cry, little trust fund baby
Ego too big
the politics. establishing trust. trust funds for all my kids. assets over liabilities. you spend your money , i invest my sh**.
Miss Daaé
The Angel of Music has her under his wing
Make no attempt to see her again"
If you didn't write it, who did?
Where is he?
Ah, welcome
Mud, mud mud, mud-mud (Let's go)
Mud, mud-mud, mud
Yeah, OP 30, it's a lot of fun (Woah)
They said they love my music
I got lots of funds (Invested
Good morning
Good morning
Good morning
(Grime Music, bitches)
Hey, good morning
Hey, good morning
Yeah, I'm from the home of the ghost
can play
Hey hey hey
Your daddy's trust fund's kickin' in
Twenty one
Yeah life is fine
On long island sound
Think about tomorrow
When tomorrow comes
cuffed up
Got ya heart roughed up
Walk through fire
To be with that one
Now you don't trust none
Heart is guarded
Just like a trust fund
Waiting for
to live on the skids
It’s just human condition your choice is a must
On your knees, begging the state’s investment trust
To fund future tours
YounginFinessin On The Beat!
Man yall just lacking funds
Music? That ain't for fun
Progressing and cruising we bumping us
Yall clueless cause we
Man yall just lacking funds
Music? That ain't for fun
Progressing and cruising we bumping us
Yall clueless cause we coming up
We take our time we
My girlfriend? Asian
My stories? Bold and brazen
My second language? Broken
My politics? Contrary and outspoken
My music? Over-compressed
My doctors
point them up
Here's to the rest of us
(The rest of us)
I'm okay, I'm okay
I don't need to be a billionaire so freaking bad!
And my trust fund hopes are
Most are named after streets
And neighborhoods in the
Borough during the rehearsals
For Fashion Rocks, the New York
Fashion Week concert fund raiser
these boys be informants
Wish em well cause I did ima put up a performance
Go through hell
yeah i've been
but I stuck got endurance
Shorty got it up then
Boi, no Similac
I told you once, can't trust these hoes
Pink ring on Super Bowl
Always on your smart phone done turned you to a stupid ho
Trappin'
Yeah
I watched Mazola's performance and I got inspired
That got me back in the stu, 'bout to fuck the shit up when they thought I retired
I would be
just wanna make my dreams come true
Everything we got now
My momma worked for
No silver spoon in my mouth
No foot in the door
By no means a trust fund
Two weeks of scraps with some stitches and glue
You'll hear the magic when my mix tape hits you
Verses attach into mystical music
Perfect my madness
to love
The ones I can trust
All while I'm stacking the funds
There's no giving up
One day I'll change the world
Just mark my words
No one said it would be
I love the music biz to bit's
And I figured it out like my Rubik's
Trust me, it's simple to do this
On your album, you need two hit's
They're
And what is it, that we're meant to have wrote?
(Realizing his mistake)
Written !
ANDRE
"Do not fear for Miss Daae.
The Angel of Music has her under his
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