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Sent Back (feat. Phantom B)
by Lil Pxz
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I get sent back
Sent Back
Yeah
They tryna get me sent back
Sent Back
Trying to make my music grow
I want four pots of gold, like
I wanna make that type of music that gets sent back
Type of song that gets rejected but it pops off in a couple years
I do what I want now (Now?)
I'm leaving my town
This place ain't no good for me
They said I was too loud
My teacher called me slow
She is probably right but at least I'm on a good road to success
I wonder what she's doing now I wonder where she goes
She is probably still in the classroom trying to help the students grow
And I was just being myself
But you're supposed to let that go
So you can be accepted by your friends and have less foes
Okay I might be different
But really we're the same
You can hide yourself from everyone you are still afraid
Afraid to not meet up standards and get put to shame
It just forces you to be like them
The same
I want four pots of gold
When I make music
That music life never grows
I will always be the same
Yeah, I want four pots of gold
I'm tryna make my music grow
Remember when the teacher told?
She was trying to light our day
To a better mood
She was trying to say
Sent Back To the old days
Going Back to my old ways
Going Hard Always
Trying to make it threw this rap shit no phase
Just trying get paid
Trying to make it fore I fade
Kill everything in my path you can call me raid
Back in the old days I was so afraid
Afraid of being betrayed
Fell down but got back up might need a band aid
Cook it up like I'm making lemonade
Two more years and I'm out
Never had no clout
Nobody knows what I'm all bout
I like to take the shorter route
Got my shit and I'm ready to checkout
Phantom B finna make it no doubt
three strikes and your out
Gunna send you straight back
Finna be a flashback
All these people around me be so whack
I get sent back
Sent Back
Yeah
They tryna get me sent back
Sent Back
Trying to make my music grow
I want four pots of gold, like
I wanna make that type of music that gets sent back
Type of song that gets rejected but it pops off in a couple years
I get Sent Back
Sent Back
Yeah
They tryna get me Sent Back
Sent Back
Trying to make my music grow
(Yeah)
They tryna get me sent back
Sent Back
(Yeah) (They tryna get me sent back)
I get sent back
Sent Back
Yeah
They tryna get me sent back
Sent Back
Trying to make my music grow
I want four pots of gold, like
I wanna make that type of music that gets sent back
Type of song that gets rejected but it pops off in a couple years
I do what I want now (Now?)
I'm leaving my town
This place ain't no good for me
They said I was too loud
My teacher called me slow
She is probably right but at least I'm on a good road to success
I wonder what she's doing now I wonder where she goes
She is probably still in the classroom trying to help the students grow
And I was just being myself
But you're supposed to let that go
So you can be accepted by your friends and have less foes
Okay I might be different
But really we're the same
You can hide yourself from everyone you are still afraid
Afraid to not meet up standards and get put to shame
It just forces you to be like them
The same
I want four pots of gold
When I make music
That music life never grows
I will always be the same
Yeah, I want four pots of gold
I'm tryna make my music grow
Remember when the teacher told?
She was trying to light our day
To a better mood
She was trying to say
Sent Back To the old days
Going Back to my old ways
Going Hard Always
Trying to make it threw this rap shit no phase
Just trying get paid
Trying to make it fore I fade
Kill everything in my path you can call me raid
Back in the old days I was so afraid
Afraid of being betrayed
Fell down but got back up might need a band aid
Cook it up like I'm making lemonade
Two more years and I'm out
Never had no clout
Nobody knows what I'm all bout
I like to take the shorter route
Got my shit and I'm ready to checkout
Phantom B finna make it no doubt
three strikes and your out
Gunna send you straight back
Finna be a flashback
All these people around me be so whack
I get sent back
Sent Back
Yeah
They tryna get me sent back
Sent Back
Trying to make my music grow
I want four pots of gold, like
I wanna make that type of music that gets sent back
Type of song that gets rejected but it pops off in a couple years
I get Sent Back
Sent Back
Yeah
They tryna get me Sent Back
Sent Back
Trying to make my music grow
(Yeah)
They tryna get me sent back
Sent Back
(Yeah) (They tryna get me sent back)