O I Know Y (feat. Jizockk)
I know I, feel the world is after you
Know why, times I feel just like you do
Oh my, how are we gone make it through
It's alright, just do what you gotta do
(What's up Jizockk)
(Alright, yeah)
Oh I, oh I'm killing inside
You're still on my mind
Distractions are killing my vibe
And not the magazine, my agony is riddled in lines
I'm realer than lines. And nines bust like ten at a time
But these from cop hands
Heads popping open like pop cans
Televised to entertain and thank us all for watching
We click share then clock in, just to chase a dollar or a dream
Theres no in-between option
Then that leaves me, I'm just a voice boxed in
Genie in a CD hope they never press stop man
I'm so lost with GPS in my pocket
Can't tell if I'm Ash or going for Team Rocket
If the grass is really greener than everything on my block
If passion is driven by currency in my wallet
I cannot get it off my mind is too conscious
Opposite of bliss, my knowledge will make you nauseous
I know I, feel the world is after you
Know why, times I feel just like you do
Oh my, how are we gone make it through
It's alright, just do what you gotta do
I've been thinking, plotting, dreaming, watching
Because my situations opposite of popping
Trying to figure why my cents don't equal up to dollars
The capital for one been reaching for whats in your wallet
(Uh) god damn, what a scam
Taking everything I got to sell me who I think I am
For everything I'm not, they got curriculums and plans
Only thing that they forgot is middle fingers to the man
(Fuck em)
Wonder why my bills so high
Trying to figure out the games and rules that they play by
Went from grade school ball tag mother may I
To sallie mae you get your hands up out my fucking levi's
(Uh) and I know that karma's a bitch
She already got me for this drink and I bought the tree with the rent
If you should be influenced sing to fuck up comma's and shit
Probably be a junkie if I ain't believe I be rich
I know I, feel the world is after you
Know why, times I feel just like you do
Oh my, how are we gone make it through
It's alright, just do what you gotta do
I know I
Know why, times I feel just like you do
Oh my, how are we gone make it through
It's alright, just do what you gotta do
(What's up Jizockk)
(Alright, yeah)
Oh I, oh I'm killing inside
You're still on my mind
Distractions are killing my vibe
And not the magazine, my agony is riddled in lines
I'm realer than lines. And nines bust like ten at a time
But these from cop hands
Heads popping open like pop cans
Televised to entertain and thank us all for watching
We click share then clock in, just to chase a dollar or a dream
Theres no in-between option
Then that leaves me, I'm just a voice boxed in
Genie in a CD hope they never press stop man
I'm so lost with GPS in my pocket
Can't tell if I'm Ash or going for Team Rocket
If the grass is really greener than everything on my block
If passion is driven by currency in my wallet
I cannot get it off my mind is too conscious
Opposite of bliss, my knowledge will make you nauseous
I know I, feel the world is after you
Know why, times I feel just like you do
Oh my, how are we gone make it through
It's alright, just do what you gotta do
I've been thinking, plotting, dreaming, watching
Because my situations opposite of popping
Trying to figure why my cents don't equal up to dollars
The capital for one been reaching for whats in your wallet
(Uh) god damn, what a scam
Taking everything I got to sell me who I think I am
For everything I'm not, they got curriculums and plans
Only thing that they forgot is middle fingers to the man
(Fuck em)
Wonder why my bills so high
Trying to figure out the games and rules that they play by
Went from grade school ball tag mother may I
To sallie mae you get your hands up out my fucking levi's
(Uh) and I know that karma's a bitch
She already got me for this drink and I bought the tree with the rent
If you should be influenced sing to fuck up comma's and shit
Probably be a junkie if I ain't believe I be rich
I know I, feel the world is after you
Know why, times I feel just like you do
Oh my, how are we gone make it through
It's alright, just do what you gotta do
I know I
Credits
Writer(s): Damon Hendricks, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur
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