The Miser
I've been too stoic to give my answers away
I can't be the Miser giving gold away
I gotta be honest I can't be eating
When there's holes in the plate
When the boasts is too fake
I take the time to be quiet
And list the wrongs just in case
I get too big-headed
I'm gassed with unleaded
I take too many turns and turn up beheaded
I'm no service
But the interworkings
Has me reemerging
Promoting the next things
That you should probably purchase
That's my new shit
I know I'm a nuisance
Knew the vision more than Stanley Kubrick
Who's this
Brother that act more Miser than wiser
Would rather hold in his prize
Than to build the enterprises
Entered with the guys that let him keep up his guises
That don't mind if he
Never truly tries and
Though I haven't surmised it
My shit sound like dirty dishes half of the time and
Half of the time
I'm writing out of my mind
But that can only go as far as I'm willing to grind
I've had to restart about a million times
But I'm
Fed up with losing this shit to my pride
A stranger looked at my hole
Threw a stone in
And said It's worth all of that gold
All of that
A stranger looked at my hole
Threw a stone in
And said It's worth all of that gold
All of that
You can't make a life
Without making choices
I'm either gon' go for it
Or become goalless
If you heard "Not Percy"
I could use some atonement
This feels like therapy don't it
Yeah but I'm the one judging my moments
Of falling victim to choking
Not seeing the cones and
Misinterpreting my emotions
Now I'm focused
Home and I'm honing my inner Dakota
Fanning the omens
I'm feeling chosen
Thankfully strangers noticed
Thankful for the fans devoted
That's a shortlist
But you value my portraits
Regardless of if its worth it
I don't know everything
Hunger is the game
Like Everdeen
I need the rings
This my last dance
My only option I can foresee
Thanks to M.A.C.
My Unc that was the ankh on my sleeve
It's calling to me
I can't relieve my duty
If it's just me fighting me
Uh
If it's just me fighting me
If it's just me fighting
If it's just me fighting
If it's just me
If it's just me fighting me
If it's just me fighting me
If it's just me fighting me
I can't be the Miser giving gold away
I gotta be honest I can't be eating
When there's holes in the plate
When the boasts is too fake
I take the time to be quiet
And list the wrongs just in case
I get too big-headed
I'm gassed with unleaded
I take too many turns and turn up beheaded
I'm no service
But the interworkings
Has me reemerging
Promoting the next things
That you should probably purchase
That's my new shit
I know I'm a nuisance
Knew the vision more than Stanley Kubrick
Who's this
Brother that act more Miser than wiser
Would rather hold in his prize
Than to build the enterprises
Entered with the guys that let him keep up his guises
That don't mind if he
Never truly tries and
Though I haven't surmised it
My shit sound like dirty dishes half of the time and
Half of the time
I'm writing out of my mind
But that can only go as far as I'm willing to grind
I've had to restart about a million times
But I'm
Fed up with losing this shit to my pride
A stranger looked at my hole
Threw a stone in
And said It's worth all of that gold
All of that
A stranger looked at my hole
Threw a stone in
And said It's worth all of that gold
All of that
You can't make a life
Without making choices
I'm either gon' go for it
Or become goalless
If you heard "Not Percy"
I could use some atonement
This feels like therapy don't it
Yeah but I'm the one judging my moments
Of falling victim to choking
Not seeing the cones and
Misinterpreting my emotions
Now I'm focused
Home and I'm honing my inner Dakota
Fanning the omens
I'm feeling chosen
Thankfully strangers noticed
Thankful for the fans devoted
That's a shortlist
But you value my portraits
Regardless of if its worth it
I don't know everything
Hunger is the game
Like Everdeen
I need the rings
This my last dance
My only option I can foresee
Thanks to M.A.C.
My Unc that was the ankh on my sleeve
It's calling to me
I can't relieve my duty
If it's just me fighting me
Uh
If it's just me fighting me
If it's just me fighting
If it's just me fighting
If it's just me
If it's just me fighting me
If it's just me fighting me
If it's just me fighting me
Credits
Writer(s): Zavion Pollard
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