Epilogue

To my Papa
We made it, Pops, we on
Told you we were gonna get there one day, Pop
My Godfather
You're my Godfather

And we there
Just make sure I'm not spending this money too much
Immigrant mind, keep the pockets shut
And to my Mother
You made us, you cut our hair
You cut out that trailer park
You found a father for your kids
And built the house that me and my brother lived in

Don't worry, I've got this now
Just fix up that trailer I bought you

And to my brother, my soulmate
We been at this shit a long time
Like five years for this
Ten years for this
Twenty years for this
Hundred years for this
Unbelievable show

I love you, we deserve this
You deserve this

To the people who supported me
Even though I wasn't victorious
I have you, I'll show you
I feel like Atlas with this world on my shoulders
I feel like Atlas with this world on my shoulders
Young Sisyphus, push boulders
Young Sisyphus, push boulders
Young Sisyphus, push boulders
Young Atlas with the world on his shoulders
Young Atlas with the world on his shoulders

Fuck it
It's my birthday
I wanna get drunk and watch Netflix with my girlfriend
Because that's all I want
That's all I want
That's all I want
Only thing I want these days

So you can get the fuck up out of my face

Young Sisyphus, push boulders
Young Atlas with the world on his shoulders
Young Sisyphus, push boulders
Young Sisyphus, push boulders
Young Atlas with the world on his shoulders
Young Sisyphus, push boulders



Credits
Writer(s): Mario Raymond Julien Van Den Bergh, Dirk De Weerdt
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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