More Than A Woman

I told my friends that I won't see them for an ill minute
I got a dream, if they don't like it they can deal with it
I'm on the scene
I'm getting cream
But still trying to express my thoughts
While I'm 18 feeling like I live in a box
Playing xbox too long, these kids ain't shit
They fucked up, worse than if they even ate paint chips
I see my friends going to college
But it's not to get they knowledge up
They just trying to party, so I won't even acknowledge them
These fucking coke heads
Use to be the cool kid
Class clown, athlete, now he's selling dope man
In high school you was the man homie
You use to call everyone gay, you ain't a man homie
You're just a coward
Sit and think about this shit for hours
And it pissed me off so much, that i just got to take a shower
Wiping off the situation, it ain't fair
But this kids got money, so he ain't sitting in jail
Sometimes i think about my life in other people's eyes
Will i survive, will i die, will i fucking cry
I'm tearing up because this chord progression's sad
So fuck it I tear it up because I never sound bad
I let my thoughts race on the page of my iPhone
Ducking people's texts who be wondering if I'm home
Yea I'm here but what about the other day
What about all the times I was before I saw LA
Before I got the best deal that you ever heard of
Just because a kid tried hard and kept his words up
Posting shit on YouTube that was unheard of
Now you're on my dick and you're tryna pull your skirt up
Well fuck off I don't need it, I don't
Someone I can talk to is what I need the most
These people gassed you up so much so that you think you can boast
And be a dick to your fans man I think I'm getting close
Time in a bottle, shit I'm fucking alcoholic now
I don't need this rap shit I got my mom's wallet now
Hype building, the limelight's ceiling is closing in
Feeling like I might just kill this
Being a star is a gift and a curse, but fuck it
It's getting better even if it gets worse
First, smoke hurts when it's filling my lungs
Got the car smoked up like I'm smelling a skunk
I'm a felon, a punk
18, can dunk
And got a mean 3-game so try me in 21
Hypochondriac, caz I think these verses sick
People tried to sign me way before they even heard this shit
Just the surface of a hot white kid
Got the A&Rs nervous with the spotlight kid
It's all good
You gotta play the game to win it
Shit they don't even listen to the things I'm saying in this
So I'm coming for their jobs caz I'm finna start a label too
Shit you ain't a rapper they just dont know how to label you
Who, me? I'm a motherfuckin genius
Wu-tang money caz I'm all about the CREAM bitch
Lame punch line to keep the underground happy
Next i'll be on tv doing the fucking laffy taffy
I'm an athlete
Never run a track meet
But i pole vault to the top
Why you mad at me
Wooo
I had to take a breath
And when i almost died, man, i had to take a step
I'm thinking bout my life in a whole new perspeck-(perspective)
And they just thinking bout a fucking check
It's fuckin sick
I used to freak caz i knew i was the best
But these other dudes had money so they sticking out they chest
Now the tables turning caz I'm taking all their earnings
And they know that i be better than the rest
No stress
Ok a little, but it's cool if you manage it
Got a team behind but it feels like I'm just managing
I'm a mannequin
Stuck in the same clothes
But no one wants to sponsor a rapper who ain't got hoes
I write hits with my [??] peña
Make em say yeah like a squiggly-over-n-ya
If you don't get it yous a stupid motherfucker
And I'm terrible with girls no cupid motherfucker
And it's all in one take
I don't even check when i spit it
We all self conscious, I'm just the second to admit it
I feel safe when I'm writing a rap
Something like FOX news when they twisting the facts
Whats up



Credits
Writer(s): Robin Hugh Gibb, Barry Alan Gibb, Maurice Ernest Gibb
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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