Lyrics:
you're gonna keep the same Sales pitch as before
I don't want your product
Lost me in the waves being Made
By your lies left me there with No life vest
on
Grab your ticket and your suitcase
Thunder's rolling down this track
Well you don't know where you're goin' now
But you know you won't be back
Well
Remember when I didn't need you
Well I need you now
To hold my head up high say...
Some days I feel like a saint, I'm so alive
Some days I
who-who
Never been the type to bend or budge
The wrong button to push
No friend of Bush
I'm the centerpiece, you're a Maltese
I'm a pitbull off his
who-who
Never been the type to bend or budge
The wrong button to push
No friend of Bush
I'm the centerpiece, you're a Maltese
I'm a pitbull off his
blameless
My only
If I am hanging by a thread, then you're infinite
If I'm a saint, then you're heaven
My only
Cement for all of our teeth
Spread your
your rhymes are weak they can't even let you got the flow you
Just won't understand yeah
You're the product of the game ain't got no fan your rhymes are
lie
If I say some shit correct me
Cause you're not over me
Trust me, that's SD mind
Just got flashed by your words
No but that's from my owns
Yes my
the piss, no it’s not funny
And he’s raking the shit so I’m real punny
You said that I faked my come-up
And I showed you the receipt to prove it
But you’re
to products their souls stay playing
In meadows with their separated generations
No cages
And outrage is outplayed by outdated outlines
Of plate guidance pushed
The UK rap karate kid
Well if you're sick of chilling around clowns then why you still going to the circus?
Making papers simple sell a product
I heard you was looking for me
So you are
Who's asking
This what we're gonna do
You ain't never been through this
You're not ready You're not ready
you're missing
Niggas should know the difference
Between a bitch and a real G
I don't have to throw my set for you to feel me
Three finger salute me
toes and you're mental
Keep it a stack, bro
It could all be so simple
Base the code that you live by
from the cold that you lived through
This who I am
I
Asleep at the wheel
You didn't know till its too late till now
Divided by the things you could not see
The land of the free
There is no safe heaven
The name of the game is life
You better make sure you play it right
You don’t get to play it twice, no
the name of the game is life
you’re a king, you’re
is it, "'Radio, fuck you?' That’s what
You’re saying?" Exactly
Not fuck the people that work at
Radio because these is real
People that gotta feed
product
Saint Laurent and Gucci Louis Vuitton and Prada
And this bitch just tried to kill me that's attempted murder
I just need a cuddle we should light
they've chosen
Wasted by the roles they played
I am just some random guy
I'm not saying that i'm a Saint
I was sick of being a product
So i decided
all in
Maybe if I explain, then I can flip some sins
Everybody wants a spot at the top
When you're blinded by the ego, man, nothing is enough
A lot
of the force
Black biscuit by park side in a Porsche
You're off sides in the fort
We are survivors of the war of good and evil
I'm in the hood, in the hood
to have-
Yeah, or, no, it should be
It should be on three dun dun dun dun dun-
But dog, when you get that finished product?
It's all worth it
Begin
Telling me not there man, it's no go (don't go there boy)
I need a reason (I can't think without one now)
Too much learning got to show
Call it treason
Telling me not there man, it's no go (don't go there boy)
I need a reason (I can't think without one now)
Too much learning got to show
Call it treason
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