Yeah Yeah yeah I rise up to the camera She tryna' find her way to the other side She tryna' find the answer To the good life The more money, she's addicted to the money tree And she don't know who she can be She tryna' find herself inside of me Yeah And if she wants to go alone we can play that game, she done it once before but it's never been the same She's afraid of change I don't know why
Poppin' more than bottles just a couple homeless models on a [?] from Atlanta drinkin' wine until it landed nigga She's tryna' be more than twisted panties on this bedroom floor Heart set on [?] Alexander Wang she wants it all Told her now \"Keep the lights off, love the dark, take the tights off, if you want we come and get me. You ain't goin' home tonight.\" Feelin' the emotions got the motion runnin' double time Seein' double wondering which girl is coming home with me Tonight And I got a notion Everything's going fine Cause' we stand for nothing And they say your faith is blind And it's always brighter on the other side It's a fine line Between bliss and open eyes
Fuck the system More controversial than collaborating two religions Remain the realest in the building Under these conditions I've been kickin' since my time was tickin' And without a finish line how can I now define winnin' Look a major, but fuck your pen and fuck your paper And if it compromises mine the only sign is that I shouldn't sign Sharp shadows circles round' my spine Only friend is time this time like every time before
Just like her I'm proudly putting London on the map Don't hold me back Scream up west, where my motherfuckers at [?] Hypocrisy that exists among these cold rappers it's an epidemic of Y.M.C.M.B Can't fuck with me though I'm trying to take your girl, yes Childish Gambino I hold my chest knowing the bullets for my head and ego I'm at the edge screaming don't hold me back while the ledge breaks and I feel no weight as I make this great escape
You know I'm hatin' on these rappers I don't feel these rappers Some of them are real but most are sour sweets beneath the wrapper Feelin' poor but rest assured I'm bringin' something new Hear the game's broken I'm reminded that its rent is due I've got it all Down to the last penny Down to the last depressed man alone drinking penny I keep it real to me You know what's real to me is real for you Writin' like tomorrow will come true at ten to midnight
I'm rollin' over Twenty now and I'm killin' Thirty two bars a minute but guarantee your mind will still be kickin' When I'm finished going over ninety miles per hour Burning through this track gaining more flack than Dwight Howard
I don't trust her, trust breaks in a second Love used as a weapon was never what we intended But don't forget, now that it's been addressed It's what we don't do not what we do we ultimately regret
You will spend your life completely wasting your time You will be doing things you don't like doing in order to go on living that is to go on doing things you don't like doing Which is stupid Better to have a short life full of what you like doing than a long life spent in a miserable way