Only You
Ever-ever, Mr. Wes is in the buildin'
Ain't no question who about to kill 'em
I been under pressure, so? I ain't even stressing hoe
Strip them work clothes off, let's get unprofessional
I just think it's best you know I'm trying to be the best to do it
Suddenly I'm breathing slower, faded off expensive fluid
Niggas let their colors show, god damn, should've just kept it moving
Bitch I'm way too real to act and too busy to catch a movie
I don't really give a fuck about your blueprint you ain't executing
Sitting next to Cuban down in Dallas what I dream of
I'm all in like me, myself and I just teamed up
Everything we do is mean, that's how you get your means up
Still ain't found a way to break through, now it's full count with two outs
Alcohol all in my mouth, bottles I'm emptying out
Will somebody roll one? The fact that I still ain't made it been stressing me out
Don't nobody believe in the kid, I can tell on the low they been X'ing me out
So many doubts, I'm second guessing my second guess
Having nightmares of the bottom every time that I lay my head to rest
Yes I'm a motherfucking insomniac, try to imagine really spending all the time you have
Striving to turn your signature into an autograph
Having to block out all the the laughs
Having to constantly convince yourself you're meant to walk this path
Nothing else I want this bad so y'all go ahead and just criticize
As I fill in these lines, aiming to make the price of my tickets rise
Once I run it I'll just look at you like what is the big surprise?
Everybody quit on themselves but I've never been with them guys
Sick and tired of having to visualize the life we craving
Shit might be caving in but no way that we're leaving just like we came in, no
You feel like nobody gets it besides yourself
(Ain't the only one, no you ain't the only one)
But I see right through that smile you're trying to sell
(You ain't gotta hold it in when I know you front)
The price of dying successful was never free
(Gotta play your cards right, gotta pay your dues)
But only you can decide who you get to be
(You're the one that's gotta live with everything you choose)
Ain't no question who about to kill 'em
I been under pressure, so? I ain't even stressing hoe
Strip them work clothes off, let's get unprofessional
I just think it's best you know I'm trying to be the best to do it
Suddenly I'm breathing slower, faded off expensive fluid
Niggas let their colors show, god damn, should've just kept it moving
Bitch I'm way too real to act and too busy to catch a movie
I don't really give a fuck about your blueprint you ain't executing
Sitting next to Cuban down in Dallas what I dream of
I'm all in like me, myself and I just teamed up
Everything we do is mean, that's how you get your means up
Still ain't found a way to break through, now it's full count with two outs
Alcohol all in my mouth, bottles I'm emptying out
Will somebody roll one? The fact that I still ain't made it been stressing me out
Don't nobody believe in the kid, I can tell on the low they been X'ing me out
So many doubts, I'm second guessing my second guess
Having nightmares of the bottom every time that I lay my head to rest
Yes I'm a motherfucking insomniac, try to imagine really spending all the time you have
Striving to turn your signature into an autograph
Having to block out all the the laughs
Having to constantly convince yourself you're meant to walk this path
Nothing else I want this bad so y'all go ahead and just criticize
As I fill in these lines, aiming to make the price of my tickets rise
Once I run it I'll just look at you like what is the big surprise?
Everybody quit on themselves but I've never been with them guys
Sick and tired of having to visualize the life we craving
Shit might be caving in but no way that we're leaving just like we came in, no
You feel like nobody gets it besides yourself
(Ain't the only one, no you ain't the only one)
But I see right through that smile you're trying to sell
(You ain't gotta hold it in when I know you front)
The price of dying successful was never free
(Gotta play your cards right, gotta pay your dues)
But only you can decide who you get to be
(You're the one that's gotta live with everything you choose)
Credits
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Christian Jeroen Roca Y Van Der Hek
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