Lyrics:
Contract intact can't be underpaid
This ain't a game I ain't come to play
Don't front for me I ain't from the A
Don't you want to hear what I come
what you really do?" (What?)
I be at home playin' fetch by a swimmin' pool (bing)
I'm a real big dog, bitch, you a Scrappy-Doo
Doin' all that wifey
things we learned
To the point of no return we would stand by it
And I imagine you like all that's pure left in America,
The canyons and, the Niobrara
Decorate the dopamine
These people wanna use you
Chew you up n spit you out
And move onto something new
With the fiends all around you
Wonder what
the young
On tree by jury, together we hung
Now we let our chains hang and gang bang to maintain
'Ghanastan goin' through the same thing
It trickles down
free
It's the end of me
I can't break free I can't break free
To kill a ghost
We must become the thing
That you hate most
To kill a ghost
We must become
and I was supposed to get a job, right?
And he was like, "Yo, you gotta get a fucking job bro."
Things were going so good with the music that we kinda
for everything, i’m not hiding
So why that you cant just believe?
God tells me why so much pain
God can i just live?
Im really scaried by these walls,
that rings
It's someone reaching out
It's in the little things
You can't always see it, but I know it's there
It's behind masks, deep inside,
you'll need to step down
And all these people on my back now
Tryna get this bread of my name
Can't you wait?
You're the hypnotic animal
Tryna get inside
left for wasting
Cuz you can't take it back
Not unless it's over
We may be all loners
Captive by controllers
Welcome to the new world
It's such a cruel
So we're called by the phone, it keeps on ringing
There's a tone in my chest, that's ever winging
There are things that I feel that can't be said
I can't let none of these people show up for me
Talkin' down on my name but you're underneath Got these wings by myself, this ain't lucky
G So don't
looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around 10
Baby bring a lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between the sheets 'til the late AM
Baby
around and round house somebody
Shoes by Louie, sippin' on Louie
Look I cant even lie all my bitches know I'm Louie
One thing about young, young swag
around and round house somebody
Shoes by Louie, sippin' on Louie
Look I cant even lie all my bitches know I'm Louie
One thing about young, young swag
you
Gettin the ?? be the main nigga you be a friend too
How can begin to explain the pain
Can you stay in the rain
Used to be a simple thing, but
leave her with me, don't make me ruin your dreams
Don't make me time machine, I'll take y'all back to 2014
These things really happen, yeah, oof
You
you wanted
Memories the same never gonna change
And i just can't stand it
I find it strange continuing these things
I can't break this habit
more[01:06.11]Whole lotta shit on my brain[01:07.65]Thinking a lot can't think no more[01:09.78]Going through a lot can't go no more[01:11.83]Things that have seen have
The newspaper heading read "Jay-Z breathes
80 degrees only thing to cool him off
Is a Malibu Bay Breeze"
Can't stop for the Feds, say cheese
You know they wanna
Can you remember the way that I stuck by you
And even as I reminisce
These things I list keep making me realize
I don't know why but I can't deny
You
was doing
Was that some kind of joke?
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
busy
Daddy's writing this song
This song ain't gonna write it'self
I'll give you one underdog
Then you gotta swing by yourself
Then turn right around
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