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cannot escape her
Unless you talking suicide (Sinatra)
What the fuck you mean that I'm
Changin'? 'Cause I finally got
A little bit of money and
A Range in

I have so much to tell you
I have so much to tell the world, in my bed
And the people around me about you that
I don't know where to start
I guess

RedOne konvict
Gaga (Oh oh, eh)

I've had a little bit too much, much
(Oh, oh, oh oh)
All of the people start to rush 
(Start to rush by) a dizzy

Tickle her on her right
Take a little time for yourself you need help
I'm not only talking about
Wealth I mean health
It's not good to have that
Pinned up

through you people
Most of y'all are ordinary
You'd  probably shit yourself
Have you ever set foot in a mortuary?
(mortuary) coming out the fucking morgue

Little island
across the sea
in the morning sun
Waking up
to another day
of tears and joy.
Going to the market,
stopping by the café
Life is good

(Woo)
Somebody better tell the chef I'm cooking
Little spice on a mix
And a verse might of just got pricey
I don't care if you like me
I'm not here

than most
The rappers spitting today
I know four score and seven
Years was spit in 1863
By the leader of this great country
That's word to Abraham

to God
Now it's different
I made the Milly, just by takin' your misses
Little fuckboy so watch now, watch in 2022
You motherfuckers have to dead me
'cah

with a lie first
In college, so my friends think I’m makin it
Little do they know I’m fakin
It on some complacent shit
Difficult is easy
I have trouble

I been gettin close to that invisible line
That I told myself that I would change at
We be woke by design but
Asleep to instincts where
It’s time

When will I awaken
To my dreams, be on stage speaks quaking
Knees shaking i see seas of people in
My sleep breaking they’re necks
I’m not waiting for

myself I had to look out for me
If you feel depressed you got bit by the bug
I had to tell 'em that nothing is free
I wish I could give y'all a little bit

go by Dizzy Wright though, with the rifle
In 1991, I'm lookin' like Michael
The same year that the police beat up
On Rodney King and gave us
Something

RedOne, Konvict
GaGa, oh
I've had a little bit too much, much (oh, oh, oh)
All of the people start to rush (start to rush by)
A dizzy twister dance,

some afternoon
Surrounded by people
Little do they know
That you're crying inside

Don't think I don't get it 
Cause trust me I'm also
Burning alive
You

something more than just your company
Trying hard to mean something more
Your bottle poured
You only drink, don't wanna talk a little more
But in my core I

Everybody’s a little funny
But where’s the fucking money, hey?

Working hard like non stop
Stepping with my flip flops
Shit kinda feel sucks sucks
Nine to five

wonder why
But what the hell can I tell her
Yo? She just passed a hundred likes
A false percentage of people who appear
Like they care enough about her

I love god, but going to church really ain’t it 
Paster told me I was go die, by 26 
Thats why at 25, I was really with ASAD
Selling bricks

slaps her cards down, hollers, “Wray, you shit!” Feeds the little kittens in the
barn at dawn, as you do. Jean is the youngest one, lives in a tall brick

come to rest
And nobody to sift through the debris

I'm too wired to be tired
I'm too bored, I want more
I'm getting haunted in the daytime now
By

Bonnie and Clyde just a little more low key
With you by my side I would never get lonely
He real good at night, his game never phoney
Don’t ghost me I’m

Yeah, city folk driving in a black limousine,
a lotta sad people thinking that's-a mighty keen.
Son, let me tell you now exactly what I mean, thank God