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overspeed by like 20, my engine sound like a plane
I'm in a race for the money, you haters not in my lane
I need a knot in my pocket so big it's hard

[Music : Doernberg, Wunderlich, Schwertner / Lyrics : Doernberg]

Sittin' in a streetcafe in Barcelona 

watching my thoughts disappear

with all

Don't you miss the motive?
I know I'm not the best
But for what else do I live?

Productive? That must be a joke
You're a procrastinating bloke
You spend

tricks for that music plus the monkey bit.

[vinnie:]
Triggas from the grilltown illtown
Some ask how it feels
How the deal is that were real so were still

talked to me and I felt hopeful
Don't this sound bogus when I focus back in context
I was obsessed with the imaginary popularity complex
We ended up in

Bloodshot eyes, this feels like a dream
Halfway through and I'm feelin' gone

This is the part where she loses her thong
I see her intentions are hidden by

aggravated back when my music didn't make a sound
I was stressing I was restless waiting for her to come around
Now I'm focused yeah I keep it in motion
Never

to the station, the one in my head
Boarding right now, ride my own train instead

A car full of art and a stage on the go
Works by some famous performers you know

got red lipstick and onyx eyes and all my curiosity

Three barstools down and I make my way to her side
I said, "excuse me miss would you like a drink?"

woah
Don't expose (shh)
I'm fucking with you
Only blew her nose with tissues
Pay attention to my issues
My heart, I still miss you
You just fighting for

spinning the station
Feel like I'm Dami, with no Reparations
And It's 'Slide music 3' nigga call me the Xanman
That pussy a Stan he be makin' dem Fancams
I

me
To sound vaguely like Marshall?
I'm saying to all y'all it may be appalling
But honestly I am just chasing my calling
It's hip hop, I'm always gonna

and a tissue
Give me a kiss kiss
And I'm a miss you
But this ain't gonna work so
I think we're through and
I hope you do great with all the Music dreams you go

Shawty so thick in that dress
I don't think she left room
To leave any Suggestions
I can tell by her inflections
We hit it off
I left a good impression

Everybody know that I'm hot, on me
I'm the WiFi plug, hot-spots on me
If you drive by, don't miss a shot on me
OmenXI I I, got the blade on me
2017, but

bout money but still pulling crowds
Is music nowadays just audio wallpaper with clouds
Is voice now a plugin meant to blend with other sounds
Labels

on me for swimming cause they left me here to fucking drown
Everybody's got opinions but ain't never made a sound
Smoking weed up by the hashtag bro

got my dreams
Buried as they are by years of part time;
So I can't be famous... Who said that was the point?

(No regrets for our youth!
Sounds like

a clown
Look at me to entertain
But instead this clown frowns
Playground filled with mood swings
My circus music underground
In the night I hear a sound
But

the music scene
Writing songs about suicide and how I don't fit in with human beings
Tell me who is attracted to that
Don't even know where the fuck I'm at
I

something's in the air here
Crack heads yellin' WOO, alley sound like Ric Flair
Sometimes I miss the game I use to be a big player
When they was down bad I'm

exposed but safe and sound
Who's gonna miss me
When I have changed again?
Let this be the memory
Ruby's Sweet Eighteen
I remember September
Late nights

they know I never miss (yeah)
I'm goin' body for body, I got the evidence
The way they callin' me the G.O.A.T., I changed it to my government
Been

'bout
Ready to slide to your house
Ready to meet your mama
Your daddy
Your family
Ready to win this Grammy
Ready to put my music out
Ready to stop playing