Check
A lot of times I'm contemplating
Should I move on? This shit nauseating
I mean really? Whats the odds I make it
ADHD so my mind been racing
Gotta turn my phone off to concentrate
A lot of time I waste while I'm wide awake
Waiting for a release to pop, but it don't
Feeling like my backs against the ropes
Tryna take my time until it work out
Gave it everything it kinda hurt now
I'm bartending getting cursed out
Then I go work in the stu till I'm burnt out
I'm dreaming big
Y'all don't even know behind the scenes I'm lit
Got enough to worry bout I don't need no friends
If it aint about a dollar it don't make no sense
If it aint about a dollar I don't want it
Keep your 2 cents its worth nothing
Fuck the new trends but y'all love em
Aint no new friends when I'm coming
You been all about a check from the start
Why you gotta flex like you hard, better check who you are
You been bout a check from the start.
Why you hit next on my art it put a X in my heart
Wanna X me out
When shit pop off they wanna text me, wow
That 2 faced shit I'm better without
Gotta hit my weed just to level me out
Fuck a fake friend think my name Damon
Thats why I don't make no time I cut relations
Its Damien, D A M I E N
Out smoke the weed man
Y'all so funny thinking we gon be friends
Always fucking up my frequency, damn
Every move I make strategically planned
So much trust in myself I get carried away
Put so much on my plate I gotta carry the weight
I got enough to worry about but I'm never content
If it aint about a dollar it don't make no sense
Should I move on? This shit nauseating
I mean really? Whats the odds I make it
ADHD so my mind been racing
Gotta turn my phone off to concentrate
A lot of time I waste while I'm wide awake
Waiting for a release to pop, but it don't
Feeling like my backs against the ropes
Tryna take my time until it work out
Gave it everything it kinda hurt now
I'm bartending getting cursed out
Then I go work in the stu till I'm burnt out
I'm dreaming big
Y'all don't even know behind the scenes I'm lit
Got enough to worry bout I don't need no friends
If it aint about a dollar it don't make no sense
If it aint about a dollar I don't want it
Keep your 2 cents its worth nothing
Fuck the new trends but y'all love em
Aint no new friends when I'm coming
You been all about a check from the start
Why you gotta flex like you hard, better check who you are
You been bout a check from the start.
Why you hit next on my art it put a X in my heart
Wanna X me out
When shit pop off they wanna text me, wow
That 2 faced shit I'm better without
Gotta hit my weed just to level me out
Fuck a fake friend think my name Damon
Thats why I don't make no time I cut relations
Its Damien, D A M I E N
Out smoke the weed man
Y'all so funny thinking we gon be friends
Always fucking up my frequency, damn
Every move I make strategically planned
So much trust in myself I get carried away
Put so much on my plate I gotta carry the weight
I got enough to worry about but I'm never content
If it aint about a dollar it don't make no sense
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Writer(s): Damien Bowen
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