The Interlude

Yeah
Aye
Yeah
I got a lot on my mind
Tryna prevent me to shine
Look at the bags on my eyes
I'm feeling tired
Tired of all of these guys
Tired of all of they lies
You are not fire
You are not hotter than I
I start the flame and it rise
It's getting high
Ride it up into the sky
Guess you can say I am fly
I'm feeling stronger
I've been drinking lots of water
Fucking on my teachers daughter
They know that I'm harder
Like I'm Jason, bout to slaughter
If I want her, Ima call her
She hop in my bed
Wanna fuck me, go ahead
I feel like Tony Montana
Put you to end
Hello to my little friend
We ain't seeing you again
Aye



Credits
Writer(s): Jon Rodriguez
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