Samuel

Got me a new name tag, this might be my way out
Now I'm stacking up all that cheese and bread, turned toast into cake now
No need for details, attentions on themselves
Narcissists, guess I'm safe and blessed that they just like me
Fake interests with fake intents, studied movie scenes for the mimicry

From zero to a hunnid, I want it all
Blood sweat and tears for another goal
Copycats act fat with the capital
Just to be so rash when the camera falls

See the storm is brewing
How many more 'till I lose influence
Under weather underneath the human
Ground floor shaking, I'm building on two legs

No more broke boy
NBA I'm the young boy
Made it out the gutter
I'm the culprit
I can't feel remorse, yeah yeah
Money long, I made it
Made it to the stratosphere
On my own, stargazing
Reflections on distorted mirrors

Back when I ain't even had shit, was lacking
A blank slated for a life of acting, and masking

What the fuck is drive and passion
I'd rather just drive McLaren's
Cause that's what Tyler said he likes so
Must be good what the fuck do I know
Or when Lupe said get a Camry
I was like yeah that might be for me
So which whip does Samuel want now
Must be the man, he got it all down

Everything that money can't buy just stay broke
Hard work can't make up for the fact it's artificial
Mask on mask can't hide the fact we rotten and so hollow
It's temporary Cabos, for now we up Apollo

No more broke boy
NBA I'm the young boy
Made it out the gutter
I'm the culprit
I can't feel remorse, yeah yeah
Money long, I made it
Made it to the stratosphere
On my own, stargazing
Reflections on distorted mirrors



Credits
Writer(s): Kai W.
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