Swalla

On a flight, new city man I'm grindin
Went and saw the lights, girls pretty and they eyeing
Freedom got a price so I pay it up in silence
Gotta spend a hunnet clean, keep it on a dial

That's my diary
Married to the Game, this my Dowry
Ring on my finger, no limit on Desire
This Depravity, life I live I turn it to a habit
Need my salary, worldwide pull I got the Gravity

Grounded, rock up round the planet at my ease
Still countin' money on the beat
Came in I'm a sheep no wolfskin, branded don't cheat.
Mikey only said it for the peace

Sell machines, and I'm tankin all the heat
Fly to your city throw a set and I repeat
You know it's me when you noddin to the beat
Only thing I sacrifice is cream

Young dumb and I'm acting retarded
Drop in on yo wave its so predictable the violence
Same Terrorizin' Bin Bin Laden
Ride a couple waves and I'mma feel like I'm Poseidon

Spit the fallacy, lifestyle fantasy
Big Dick Phallus and I'm pleasure in yo cavities
Life is a lesson gotta ace this Academy
They ain't ever understandin' me

On a flight, new city man I'm grindin
Went and saw the lights, girls pretty and they eyeing me
Freedom got a price, that's the mothafuckin' irony
Gotta spend a hunnet clean, keep it on a dial

That's my diary
Married to the Game, this my Dowry
Ring on my finger, no limit on Desire
This Depravity, life I live I turn it to a habit
Need my salary, worldwide know I got the Gravity

Get Barreled
Get Money
Get Barreld
Get Money

I'm Married to the Game, this my Dowry
And you know she blowin' up my phone by the hourly
This Depravity, turn it into a habit
Need my salary, worldwide pull I got the Gravity

I don't splurge I ain't flashy
Spend it like I'm like Gatsby
All I do is SURF see me out here bumpin' stats
BLEW my knee out still I'm on the reef just to catch

Young dumb full of cum I'm retarded
Drop in on your wave and get you motherfuckers violent
Catch a couple marlin, call your bitch darlin
All we did is talk and now you motherfuckers startin

In between every set I been grindin
That's the fuckin' business I ain't ever claim to run it
Know I'm your ears Playa flow like it's nuttin
Try and come relate wid it, cousin

Yo I spent a month clean clean still buzzin
Tight wit the rhymes four short that's a dozen
Hold up still gotta fill up stuntin'
Ocean full of plastic, why you motherfuckers love it?

If you wonder why I gave up rhymin' substance
Better question why you play it or you bump it
Sellin out is buying in, just put it on the label
Cause you measure us in money on the table

Yeah I'm married to the game
Yeah I'm married to the game
Yeah I'm married to the game
Fuck all of you savages I needa get a wave



Credits
Writer(s): Mike Cee
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