Ego
Hit the gas show me the way
Back in USA cause the devil is ready to entertain
If you wanna be great don't hesitate
Be the comedian of your fuckin' life everyday
Too much ego in the IO
Blame on me I don't see now I feel like a taco
Show to me what you fight for
I need some Weed to make up to my bad mood
J, it's complicated
To write this song you don't know how long I've waited
I was confused
I was refused
For any slip I did I got lesson to use
And now I can say you, people, I got it you fuckin' liars
You Monsterz only think of building up your own empires
I'm chilling and looking for the fuckin' faith
I'll never feel alone again
You tell me what I got to
It's your life don't throw it out
And tell me what I should do
To make these things work out
Have you ever messed with a Bitch
That fucked up with your Brain
Made you start feelin' Pain
And what's the Main
Life is a Bagel
Don't you feel able
Choose how to make it if not what you are here for
I've never seen any breaking deleting the Brain
Your complain about playin' my Hero blows up what I'm saying
You just waiting for charging new credit
Creating the painting
You're ready for making' and bakin' what you got inside
Yeah, the Music
She's sympathetic
Anytime I write what a Stupid I feel pathetic
But it makes me feel alright
When goin' throw so much shit don't make me fly
Don't make me fly
Don't make me fly
Don't make me fly
This Shit makes me Fly
You tell me what I got to
It's your life don't throw it out
And tell me what I should do
To make these things work out
Back in USA cause the devil is ready to entertain
If you wanna be great don't hesitate
Be the comedian of your fuckin' life everyday
Too much ego in the IO
Blame on me I don't see now I feel like a taco
Show to me what you fight for
I need some Weed to make up to my bad mood
J, it's complicated
To write this song you don't know how long I've waited
I was confused
I was refused
For any slip I did I got lesson to use
And now I can say you, people, I got it you fuckin' liars
You Monsterz only think of building up your own empires
I'm chilling and looking for the fuckin' faith
I'll never feel alone again
You tell me what I got to
It's your life don't throw it out
And tell me what I should do
To make these things work out
Have you ever messed with a Bitch
That fucked up with your Brain
Made you start feelin' Pain
And what's the Main
Life is a Bagel
Don't you feel able
Choose how to make it if not what you are here for
I've never seen any breaking deleting the Brain
Your complain about playin' my Hero blows up what I'm saying
You just waiting for charging new credit
Creating the painting
You're ready for making' and bakin' what you got inside
Yeah, the Music
She's sympathetic
Anytime I write what a Stupid I feel pathetic
But it makes me feel alright
When goin' throw so much shit don't make me fly
Don't make me fly
Don't make me fly
Don't make me fly
This Shit makes me Fly
You tell me what I got to
It's your life don't throw it out
And tell me what I should do
To make these things work out
Credits
Writer(s): Yari Gitti
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