Fate

Yeah
Man, I be gettin' frustrated sometimes, but I just gotta chill
You feel me?
Come on, yeah

One way or another, I'ma figure this out (yeah, I know I'ma figure this out)
Don't know where, don't know when, and I don't know how (how)
So I'ma just drink, smoke, chalk it up to fate (woah, oh-oh)
Drink, smoke, chalk it up to fate (yeah)
Yeah, yeah

In the belly of the beast, I'm in a telly on the East
Coutin' up another million, you can't tell me I don't eat
So what's the reservation? Dawg, you just got rich
I need flowers like I just got sick
I be looking 'round the game like, "You just not it"
I send your girl back smellin' like she just got dick
'Cause she did, yeah (yeah)
I'm chasin' greatness, down to spend my whole life for it
But what's the hold-up, do I really gotta die for it? (Die for it)

One way or another, I'ma figure this out (yeah, I know I'ma figure this out)
Don't know where, don't know when, and I don't know how (how)
So I'ma just drink, smoke, chalk it up to fate (woah, oh-oh)
Drink, smoke, chalk it up to fate (yeah)
Yeah, yeah

I feel like the whole game is a facade
Need a bitch all off the hate and I need nightclubs on my side
Need to probably leave Atlanta, hit LA and go to hide
Maybe then they'll fuck with me, on some fake, "Oh, he's outside"
'Cause then I could buddy-buddy and acquire a co-sign
Call 'em brother, halfway fuck with him the whole time
But fuck y'all, my life is definitely wild
I'm writin' songs for Beyoncé, I'm destiny's child, yeah (yeah)

One way or another, I'ma figure this out (yeah, I know I'ma figure this out)
Don't know where, don't know when, and I don't know how (how)
So I'ma just drink, smoke, chalk it up to fate (woah, oh-oh)
Drink, smoke, chalk it up to fate, yeah

For real
I know y'all got me
And when I say "Y'all, " I mean the universe and everything about it
You know how they say, "Let go, let God"
So, fuck it



Credits
Writer(s): Russell Vitale, Dylan Ochsner, Chase Provost
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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