Unpopular Opinions (To Each His Own)

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I, Spoke with the universe yesterday
I Had a conversation
We were talking bout nowadays and I'm riding round
With both middle fingers up
Giving off unpopular opinions I don't give a fuck
Uh huh, ok, well... straight up
Uh huh, ok, well... uh huh
Uh huh, ok well... FUCK UP
Uh huh ok, whassuh
SHUTUP!

Enough with all the Small talk
Nigga, What you be on I don't condone
Always acting like a bitch stirring up a storm
Try to accompany with misery nobody home
Quit telling me that negativity gone put you on
Lack of Synergy in the building Is getting old
Temporary here today then tomorrow gone
Truth be told I mean c'mon
What's been before is now bygone
Probably one of my own well to each his own

Exercise my thoughts Imagine how life would be...

Fucking on her
In the driver seat
Satisfied with my engine running at God Speed
Pulling off breaking through the glass ceiling question my sanity really
When writing I'm probably crazy
An asylum should save me
And denying would make me
Out of my mind as of lately
While niggas pushing up daisies
You'll never grow being green with envy
The fruits of my labor... sweet as some Riesling

Spoke with the universe yesterday
I Had a conversation
We were talking bout nowadays and I'm riding round
With both middle fingers up
Giving off unpopular opinions I don't give a fuck
Uh huh, ok, well... straight up
Uh huh, ok, well... uh huh
Uh huh, ok well... FUCK UP!
Uh huh ok, whassuh
SHUTUP!

Outta my ear with all that right now I'm chilling.
Then again conversation always a given
Gave nickles up for thought
Now it's paying too much close attention.
To what I'm doing
Assuming leave you, clueless
Go start you up a, business
Instead of being nosey tryna find your way up, in it
I cripple every critic they can't stand me on the, surface
And paralyze a pair of eyes from being blind to the fact
Of the matter all of that gossip shit, irrelevant
Elephants in these rooms get turned into skeletons
Trade off some ideas my nigga, rather than
Worrying bout what the FUCK be going on over here
We good
Laughing at Hating niggas
And bitter bitches Who love
Wasting time on things
Where it; don't amount to shit
The grass is greener
Wherever you, water it
Bitch I'm blasting off
Ain't No rear-views
On rocket-ships

I, Spoke with the universe yesterday
I Had a conversation
We were talking bout nowadays and I'm riding round
With both middle fingers up
Giving off unpopular opinions I don't give a fuck
Uh huh, ok, well... straight up
Uh huh, ok, well... uh huh
Uh huh, ok well... FUCK UP
Uh huh ok, whassuh
SHUTUP!

Fuck what these hoes got to say
These niggas all hoes to me
They cannot rain my parade
They cannot rain my parade

Fuck what these hoes got to say
These niggas all hoes to me
They cannot rain my parade
I'm gone remind you

Spoke with the universe yesterday
I had a conversation...



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