Lyrics:
don't know, success brings stress
I'm vexed, my phone rings, collect caller from Jeff
The operator say, "If you accept, say yes"
"Yes, what's the deal,
Oh yeah, and if you don't know, success brings stress
I'm vexed, my phone rings, collect call from Jeff
The operator say, "If you accept, say yes"
don't know, success brings stress
I'm vexed, my phone rings, collect caller from Jeff
The operator say, "If you accept, say yes"
"Yes, what's the deal,
please can I get me some
I've been traveling in traffic dashing on the run
Doing laps around the sun
Never asking when it's done
Steady looking for
position motherfuckers being rude
Like i don’t drive by dealings
Fly by ceilings
Smooth operator
What up
More than millions
Yea
My super style
Super style
pounding of my heart)
Reactivate (reactivate, yeah) all the system of my soul
Let your love press the remote control (yeah)
Come on (come on)
Yeah
can't attention
You the reason you in that position
They don't wanna see you ball
All this damn cap rap got a nigga dismissive
I don't believe what
the faith
Try don't mek it to bother me now
Might sound like I'm a bit anti system
Well maybe I am but just listen
I feel a epidemic coming on
Where traffic
that position, any traffic from every direction was visible, and he laid this one on me
He was about 30 years older than me
Told me his party got raided
system
Could've changed, but I'm on a mission
Thankful for my position
I listened and took instructions
Been in some situations
That made me to ask some
position so get back to where you came here from
I'm serious, my flow is sure to leave you in delirium
Delirious, delicious rhymes, so thank me if you're
I stay happy
We want to change the game but the system's kinda laggy
Yo, don't try to test me
Stay in your own lane
How're you going to improve when
a band on TV, I'd never seen them before
To my recollection, there were 12 people on stage
Pushing buttons in stationary positions
The singer sounded
to be famous
Do or die that's amazing
Lie, lie, lie to me telling you
I, I, I am the enemy
I'm, I'm, your inner wanna be
Your next year, new position
or maybe 10 at the speed of light
All traffic lights are out of sight, my memory flows but it watertight
In order to describe my behavior, I have to describe
and Christians
Nuns and Hare Krishnas
Those who carry guns and ammunition
All governmental systems
Arabians, Muslims and ancient Egyptians
I write for all those in
the reason that between us there's been distance
I'm on something different
Talking down on me outta jealousy, maybe its fear
Wishful for my position like
I hit rock bottom in the heart of a lost land,
the traffic in my cranium turned to a log jam,
these so called prophets got the heart of con man.
Yes,
It's time
Thank God for this clear vision
It's about time it comes to fruition
It takes time to get in position
I make time like a Strange Physician
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