Lyrics:
'm frontin'
I'd give all up if it came down to it
Took it for granted when I gave out love
Came out the bottom and I'm so high up
And I know it's somethin'
window and write a suicide letter
Fuck you all
Suck my dick and I'll see you in hell
And by the way I poisoned this note
That's not flowers you smell
gonna do it?)
I'm gonna trade this life for two hundred trillion dollars
I'd even cut my hair and change my name to Bailey
'Cause we all just wanna be big
away your tears, I'll love you afar when you're not near
I'll hold you above all of my peers, just say the word and I'll appear
Like, a genie grant you
hustle it just gotta make
Woke up feeling better coz I just got me another cheaque
A better bitch than yesterday's, I do it all for better days
So high
check it out
Some days I sit, starin' out the window
Watchin' this world pass me by
Sometimes I think there's nothin' to live for
I almost break
forget
When not to play rough
Daddy come outside
So you see it
Watch me when I lose
All my breathing
Love my mangled face
Like yesterday
Your daughters
To get away from all my lies
I'd trade wisdom back in for innocence
To get away from getting by
I'd trade wisdom back in for innocence
For just one
want to see
And I'd rather die than get therapy, but apparently
It just feels so good to let it out~
And every little thing just freaks me out
And it's
wanted
And they'd say
"You can have it all but not yet"
My mum's emailing me
Am I too busy for the woman who raised me?
Friends that grew with me?
Cats in
clue when it comes to the basics
I've been on many dates, I'm the one that got away for eight chicks
But the main thing is they're turned off by my
She's just a teenage maniac,
Ripped my heart out on the dance floor.
Oh I'm running away from you.
Yesterday's world's fighting for a change
wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels
I never was one of them money hungry fools
I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools
Thank God I
never seen it coming
Different strokes for different folks, I’m the black Phillip Drummond
Might adopt a few rappers and take em under my wing
Teach em
sins, son, and walk ye straight
Stop talkin' all that trash, boy, and talk ye straight
Afflicted by the pressures of life at every vital point
Still, I
sins, son, and walk ye straight
Stop talkin' all that trash, boy, and talk ye straight
Afflicted by the pressures of life at every vital point
Still, I
dodging all the opulence
I ain't been sitting atop the list
No caring for myself
Taking for granted all my pots to piss
Too scared to ask for help
To ask
maybe
That I can forgive felt it once all really
I'd bid you well but you won't see me
And I know you know I know for once I'd see this clearly
Real? Well
Will make a nigga flip, I ain't tripping off shit
That happened yesterday, 'cause I just wanna rest today, in pure luxury
All my life I wanted luxury
to be in the club twerkin, twerkin, twerkin
All up on this dick
So Mr. Manager
This is my two weeks notice
I'm outta here
Look for somebody else (look for
done for me
Now I know where to go
To find the hope in life
That I'd be waiting for without you by my side
I'm not the one who can't hold on
I don't
yesterdays
And all my tomorrows
You're the air I breathe
Everything I need
If from my life
You were ever gone
I'd fall to pieces
You I depend on
If you take
favorite surprise
Born blue, and I already knew
I'd take a bullet for you
My love won't be subdued
We are every single hue
I fly between nights
Just to stand
Sitting in the park with a walkman on nodding my neck hard
And pardon me I didn't see you there.
Thank god for the gift of midriff driftin by,
Catch
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