Tailspin

Think I'm amazing
Don't need no one else to say it
Used to care bout being famous
Now I'm just hoping I make it
Oxygen seem overrated
When there's death at the mansion
Searching for myself
And slowly kill me while I'm asking
The overwhelming reality is I'm acting
Mac-ing with these faces
While the rest of them stay lacking
The ability to process that as one man
You can never reach ascension
And in heaven that's essential
Just saying
We were raised to trust the words of Uncle Sam
And never stopped to notice what he's doing with his hands
Ones up a skirt
The other ones in your pocket
And a third hand over yo mouth
To silence profits
Tony Hopkins eating raps and beats I'm feasting
While I'm talking facts
Rest of y'all make up street things
And sign away your life for a fender and a chain Then go on Twitter and complain on how you getting underpaid
What a pain
No one cares
It's overplayed
I think it's time we switch the topic
Looking at your Rolle tryna find out how to stop it
Watch your back Jack I can show you what's Poppin
Got this Stevie Wonder vision
I can see just how you copping
Hands up



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Waters, Cormac Neeson, James Heatley, Paul Mahon
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