Arthur
Just a little bit of this, just a tad of that
Give an arm and a leg for a pat on the back
It's all good, but it's all bad
Haven't had, time to relax
And I'm fed up, and I'm sick of it
I know I'm, bigger than this
Man fuck that shit, I ain't no bitch
I'm Arthur with a clenched fist
I want enough money to just throw it in the air
Get what I want, what's the cost
I don't care
Such a big world, so much I've yet to find
So tell me why I live a life so confined
No that's not me, a beast, I must roam free
So much to see, can't sit around as time depletes
Fast food receipts in between my seats
Nine to five, find time for rhymes that give me peace
Developed this hopeful cure for psychic pain
Finding a way to delay the harder days
I hope that it's working but it's hard to say
Fall away take me far away
Find solitude to make a solid mood
Ironic, these flows keep me solid dude
I rap till my face blue, blunt had me have to take two
Yo I'll tell you what I got for you
Just a little bit of this, just a tad of that
Give an arm and a leg for a pat on the back
It's all good, but it's all bad
Haven't had, time to relax
And I'm fed up, and I'm sick of it
I know I'm, bigger than this
Man fuck that shit, I ain't no bitch
I'm Arthur with a clenched fist
Yo, who want the smoke
Bout to take this shit coast to coast, then across the whole globe man
You cannot control him, you can only hope to hold him
I'm one of seven billion but one in a million
Bout to kill it every time I'm spilling
Trying to do it for a livin', make killin'
Seems fitting where I'm sittin' but it's time to get it
Picked up my shawty then she got in my ride
God damn, she always look so fine
Oh my, how'd I get this fly
Decide, is it real this time
Ten toes tied, love tired, in the past I tried
Just a little bit of this, just a tad of that
Give an arm and a leg for a pat on the back
It's all good, but it's all bad
Haven't had, time to relax
And I'm fed up, and I'm sick of it
I know I'm, bigger than this
Man fuck that shit, I ain't no bitch
I'm Arthur with a clenched fist
Don't tread on me
Only I could be the death of me
Don't tread on my
Only I could be the death of me
Don't fuck with me
Only I know what's up with me
Don't fuck with me
Only I know what's up with me
Give an arm and a leg for a pat on the back
It's all good, but it's all bad
Haven't had, time to relax
And I'm fed up, and I'm sick of it
I know I'm, bigger than this
Man fuck that shit, I ain't no bitch
I'm Arthur with a clenched fist
I want enough money to just throw it in the air
Get what I want, what's the cost
I don't care
Such a big world, so much I've yet to find
So tell me why I live a life so confined
No that's not me, a beast, I must roam free
So much to see, can't sit around as time depletes
Fast food receipts in between my seats
Nine to five, find time for rhymes that give me peace
Developed this hopeful cure for psychic pain
Finding a way to delay the harder days
I hope that it's working but it's hard to say
Fall away take me far away
Find solitude to make a solid mood
Ironic, these flows keep me solid dude
I rap till my face blue, blunt had me have to take two
Yo I'll tell you what I got for you
Just a little bit of this, just a tad of that
Give an arm and a leg for a pat on the back
It's all good, but it's all bad
Haven't had, time to relax
And I'm fed up, and I'm sick of it
I know I'm, bigger than this
Man fuck that shit, I ain't no bitch
I'm Arthur with a clenched fist
Yo, who want the smoke
Bout to take this shit coast to coast, then across the whole globe man
You cannot control him, you can only hope to hold him
I'm one of seven billion but one in a million
Bout to kill it every time I'm spilling
Trying to do it for a livin', make killin'
Seems fitting where I'm sittin' but it's time to get it
Picked up my shawty then she got in my ride
God damn, she always look so fine
Oh my, how'd I get this fly
Decide, is it real this time
Ten toes tied, love tired, in the past I tried
Just a little bit of this, just a tad of that
Give an arm and a leg for a pat on the back
It's all good, but it's all bad
Haven't had, time to relax
And I'm fed up, and I'm sick of it
I know I'm, bigger than this
Man fuck that shit, I ain't no bitch
I'm Arthur with a clenched fist
Don't tread on me
Only I could be the death of me
Don't tread on my
Only I could be the death of me
Don't fuck with me
Only I know what's up with me
Don't fuck with me
Only I know what's up with me
Credits
Writer(s): Jay Fanara
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