Prosper
Yeah, ooooh
Ye, I wanna see the world live on
And prosper for the better
What? yeah, what?
Ok, I'm armed and dangerous
With some pot and some strangers
Yeah, I'm getting the message
You said hey what you doing
I said I'm cool what about you?
Long story short we ended up outside, on the line
My life, cause I've been telling so many lies
That a little fucking peace and quiet would be nice
Tired of the booze, I sip on that
Hennessey when my emotions
Skyrocket into the oblivion, huh
That's a fucking weird assumption man, ain't it?
Are you bound to prosper?
Are you bound to suffer?
You won't smoke on barettas
You won't make the pain, better
I ran up
I met her, what?
Kissing up on that first date
After we're done taking our vaycay
We're gonna go smoke
In the Bahamas
Kissing and touching up all on that sauna
And you're demonic like the motherfucking Sahara
I'm gonna keep smoking on exotic while you drive around
And start looking so motherfucking psychotic
You're erratic, And I'll never tell a lie
I'm so spastic whenever you're around, Yuh
Emotion no emotion
You took the pain and filled it with closure
My heart, yeah it has no exposure
You make me miss the good old days of
Sipping on Robitussin
And believing that there is hope for this little boy
To venture out and figure out, what?
Maybe the big little dream of being a man
Is what caused the spark
To ignite the man, yeah
Isn't it all gonna be good then
Are you bound to prosper?
Are you bound to suffer?
You won't smoke on barettas
You won't make the pain, better
Ye, I wanna see the world live on
And prosper for the better
What? yeah, what?
Ok, I'm armed and dangerous
With some pot and some strangers
Yeah, I'm getting the message
You said hey what you doing
I said I'm cool what about you?
Long story short we ended up outside, on the line
My life, cause I've been telling so many lies
That a little fucking peace and quiet would be nice
Tired of the booze, I sip on that
Hennessey when my emotions
Skyrocket into the oblivion, huh
That's a fucking weird assumption man, ain't it?
Are you bound to prosper?
Are you bound to suffer?
You won't smoke on barettas
You won't make the pain, better
I ran up
I met her, what?
Kissing up on that first date
After we're done taking our vaycay
We're gonna go smoke
In the Bahamas
Kissing and touching up all on that sauna
And you're demonic like the motherfucking Sahara
I'm gonna keep smoking on exotic while you drive around
And start looking so motherfucking psychotic
You're erratic, And I'll never tell a lie
I'm so spastic whenever you're around, Yuh
Emotion no emotion
You took the pain and filled it with closure
My heart, yeah it has no exposure
You make me miss the good old days of
Sipping on Robitussin
And believing that there is hope for this little boy
To venture out and figure out, what?
Maybe the big little dream of being a man
Is what caused the spark
To ignite the man, yeah
Isn't it all gonna be good then
Are you bound to prosper?
Are you bound to suffer?
You won't smoke on barettas
You won't make the pain, better
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Writer(s): Ryan Burkhart
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