Paparazzi

How to start it off
They say they be with you but snapping them photos all along
Getting off
Wondering how to get to the next yeah they a rolling Stone
Been alone
I need to find me a reason to wear my new cologne
In a tomb
Walled off from the rest of the world in my impending doom

Don't wanna know
What you got going I'm minding my own
I'm In it to win it like AutoZone
I was down on my money I got a loan
Had very few homies we got along
Need a girl that come straight from the amazon
Whole package like order from amazon
Tryna right my wrongs while I'm writing songs
You be singing along

If you fucked up then your luck's up you deserve that
Say you got wings getting caught in a bird trap
Your girl in my DMs I said I had her curved back
Can't say shit cuz they'll change up all the words that
Come to my mind
Recording your lingo but nothing to find
Try to burn back your bridges so nothings in line
Wanna fuck up your grind so they feel satisfied

All it does for me is get my ass in line
All I can tell 'em is I'm getting mine
Call it whatever your hate it be giving me opportunity to shine
I'm feeling fine
Cuz who the real sad sack of shit wasting time online
Need an opportunity to grow a spine
Think I need a sec or three to get to you give it a week I promise that you'll be aight

You know that they're always gone be watching
Nobody's life is sacred no more
They tax and tax ya cuz they want what's in your pockets
Before you know it there's a letter on your door

One week notice
It's hard to get to know this
I had a homie back in high school
Always going from home to homeless
Never had a place of solace
He Always seemed going soulless
I'd say bro wanna roll this
Try to give him a home with his Bros this

What I meant to say
Had a dream it was just like yesterday
Man I miss the days
Dude sold drugs to get his wrist paid
We was talking bout being self made
Self paid Put in work grind and escalate
Whip in an Escalade and if
They pulled up with a problem we'd escalate
They'd hesitate and then we'd demonstrate

Yeah I miss 'em but I wouldn't live 'em again
If I did I would end up nothing but condemned
I live and I learn so it turn to a benz
Hope he doing well got a wife and some kids
That's the real grind to be making them ends
Doing real time while he's shaping his kin
Making meals down to the last pinch
Really feel sum when he's outta bed

I'm talking happiness and they expose it all just to make em a buck
Disgust they don't even ask it ain't up for discussion
They make the deductions don't give you instructions sit back and then they watch you suffer
They don't even leave you some money for supper
They got us all bumper to bumper
Take the clothes off your back til' we all in a jumper

You know that they're always gone be watching
Nobody's life is sacred no more
They tax and tax ya cuz they want what's in your pockets
Before you know it there's a letter on your door



Credits
Writer(s): Jake Gosney
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