Money Belt

(Blaize I like this one)

There's no dealing with him
Underlying cynicism
My only contribution was criticism
You seen him on the net
You never seen him living real life
Trends come and go, bro
I stick to what feels right
Tryna' prove he's tough so he'll fight
Airy February night, fingers tucked real tight
Adidas with the 3 banana peel stripes
You're feeling yourself? I don't know what that feels like
Come full-center
Knee deep in snow through the dumb cold weather
Runny nose bummy clothes lungs hold pressure
Attitudes change when you unfold cheddar
Don't you cross up on me might just hold that grudge forever
The gas in my tank always runs low, never gung ho or in the center
Asthmatic life sentence summers that I could breathe was wheezing
I do it for that little boy had no fun only dreaming
Rest in peace my uncle Kevin never got to meet him
Rest in peace to grandpa I never got to meet him
Put you in the track, god, I'm only getting even
Those who came before's the reason you're alive and breathing
The first time I was fooled was the last time I believed him
Treachery and treason lives in me vivid
Too many hooks I've bitten
Ashamed to say my thoughts became wicked
You made me a cynic
I'll never forgive it
Out of line when he tries
Night time when he cries
You're a serpent I can see it in your eyes
No point tryin' disguise
Pre-sliced pizza pies
When I'm drunk off my ass
Hit the hay then I crash
Wear my feelings on my sleeve, but hide the money in the belt
If you thought the thoughts I thought if you felt like I felt
I went and said some stupid shit, regret the blow i dealt
At least you can't hate me more than I fucking hate myself



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Writer(s): Orlando Lambert
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