Lyrics:
people go by, looking away,
I tell you I'm almost through, I'd hate to see another day.
Easy lady, I know you're always ready, selling your time,
My
a chattered account
But i know i can believing
Someday i'm going to blow
At the top ceiling fan
To be a man is not a day job
You are going to put in work
see my fam live
Cuz imma black man
R.I.P. George Floyd
R.I.P. Eric Garner
R.I.P. Sandra Blane
R.I.P. Travon Martin
Man fuck this I’m tried of saying
tempted by the way you stare
There's a war going inside
A war going inside
And my attentions all on you
Damn that's quite the view
I can be your man tonight
don’t know yet
But you should be there
Here by my side
There’s an old stripped man
I’m so fucking afraid
The queen of the night
“Only God knows, and he
It's as if the fore fathers
Gonna trade it for a piece
They can lick the wound slow
Like they're from the northeast
They resist I'm going easy
in da trap flipping O's
Y'all niggas rats yall niggas hoes
Yen getting to the racks you just in the way
Trap phone going dumb shit everyday
Live by die
tai chi tho
Let's take it easy going like Spike Spiegel
Smash Bros, Mario Kart? What do you wanna play
I want the key to your heart, what do I gotta say
that was done
But Lord, if she'll still have me now I swear a man can change
40 West to Memphis I hear you now old friend
40 West to Memphis I'm going
busting shots at ya'
They trying to topple your regime, the gestapo with the cream
Got plots to cop nukes from russian mafia
By who's poll is George Bush
up, got to act out my plan now
Yeah!
Man this shit feels way to easy
Don't know what I'm smoking, that pack's not on Leafly
Switching my hoes I do that
Hey thanks this date's been going great
I'm already getting ready for the wedding day
You know what? Fuck it
Let's do it today
By the way can I get
to the slaughterhouse
Anywhere I put in work is considered
My slaughterhouse
Success don't come easy some gotta take that harder route
I'm dangerous like that man in
They took
George out
When this
Gone stop
Blackman man
Cant even
Run down
The block
White boys
Hopping
Out the
Truck
Ex cop
Who the fuck
Where
The sun's in your eyes
You don't think twice
I'll tell you man someday
You'll be seeing things my way
But it's worth it, my friend
Hope passed you by
Dont need no partnas
Cuz I'm a shotta
Barrel to the head
They Gon try to rob ya
They don't know me
I'm by my lonely
Can't fuck with these bitches
easy to cry for you
so please don't leave me cause I can't breath without you
Chorus (Mercedes, Ms. Peaches)
I'm going insane without you, I'm
serious
While some y’all make me furious like George acting curious
Gotta find the middle man to serious and silly
One day you’re gonna stand up fast
one of us gets caught and ends up in court and they try send man down
This ain't X-Factor but man's definitely going to the judges house
So many
the birds who in the nerves is sleep
I'm catching my second wind the second the first one end
I am "focused man"
And I'm not afraid of death
And I'm going all
How many times did I let it slide by when the boys got the pick of the best
I didn't know what to do I couldn't pick up a clue going home all alone
I been working like a dog and I ain't talking nine to five
Breaking my back for a buck, barely getting by
So it's time I lose the working man blues
Damn, I done walked in here
Looking like the motherfucking man of the year
Think I had the motherfucking plan of the year
Which was simply to make
always remember
Authentic is due to the choices you make for yourself
It'll be a bunch of fake smiles so easy to forget
But some although not healthy for
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