curses
The curses, you throwing my nigga mean nothing to me
Watch me blow it off, grinding til I fucking drop
In the studio with another song
Y'all be hating, cause you niggas broke
I can't stop right now, no I won't settle
Round frames on my face like I'm John Lenon
So smooth like my skin made of damn Linen
But my vocals too corrosive, it's a damn venom
How many times did I use damn, on the damn lines?
All the damn time!?
Damn it just feels right
God damn, it just feels right
But In my bogus mind, the world is fine
It's something my therapist just can't define
But If it's in the music, he said he'll let it slide
As long as I don't think about giving a try
Orbiting your ears like I'm a satellite
You wanna put a curse on me? Then get in line
I'd rather be in the Maldives and sip some wine
Instead of giving every ounce just for the grind
They see the latter, so they wanna climb
But they don't wanna work like day and night
They think shit happens, when you give it time
Oblivious to the blood and tears I shed here, huh?
No space for that bullshit on my schedule
Surrounded by love and that is plentiful
So put your curses on me, be pitiful
And still
All these willyby wallaby wannabes
They be thinking, they can take a portion of my salary
Kill 'em all, get away, like Annalise
In my head Imma need a fucking analyst
Who can split up the voices and choices
And maybe turn down all the noises
So I can finally focus on the process
Who are you? Asking for a prospect
So what u expect?
Doing all the shit that you does, did you hope for some kinda respect?
Man what you expect?
Just do what you do, lemme do what I do
I be paying my dues like I'm used to
While you looking like a pile of doodoo
Sit down, I'm unleashing my voodoo
But for you it's blessing
Cause your life must be boring, if you have to harass me
The curses, you throwing my nigga mean nothing to me
Watch me blow it off, grinding til I fucking drop
In the studio with another song
Y'all be hating, cause you niggas broke
The curses, you throwing my nigga mean nothing to me
Watch me blow it off, grinding til I fucking drop
In the studio with another song
Y'all be hating, cause you niggas broke
Watch me blow it off, grinding til I fucking drop
In the studio with another song
Y'all be hating, cause you niggas broke
I can't stop right now, no I won't settle
Round frames on my face like I'm John Lenon
So smooth like my skin made of damn Linen
But my vocals too corrosive, it's a damn venom
How many times did I use damn, on the damn lines?
All the damn time!?
Damn it just feels right
God damn, it just feels right
But In my bogus mind, the world is fine
It's something my therapist just can't define
But If it's in the music, he said he'll let it slide
As long as I don't think about giving a try
Orbiting your ears like I'm a satellite
You wanna put a curse on me? Then get in line
I'd rather be in the Maldives and sip some wine
Instead of giving every ounce just for the grind
They see the latter, so they wanna climb
But they don't wanna work like day and night
They think shit happens, when you give it time
Oblivious to the blood and tears I shed here, huh?
No space for that bullshit on my schedule
Surrounded by love and that is plentiful
So put your curses on me, be pitiful
And still
All these willyby wallaby wannabes
They be thinking, they can take a portion of my salary
Kill 'em all, get away, like Annalise
In my head Imma need a fucking analyst
Who can split up the voices and choices
And maybe turn down all the noises
So I can finally focus on the process
Who are you? Asking for a prospect
So what u expect?
Doing all the shit that you does, did you hope for some kinda respect?
Man what you expect?
Just do what you do, lemme do what I do
I be paying my dues like I'm used to
While you looking like a pile of doodoo
Sit down, I'm unleashing my voodoo
But for you it's blessing
Cause your life must be boring, if you have to harass me
The curses, you throwing my nigga mean nothing to me
Watch me blow it off, grinding til I fucking drop
In the studio with another song
Y'all be hating, cause you niggas broke
The curses, you throwing my nigga mean nothing to me
Watch me blow it off, grinding til I fucking drop
In the studio with another song
Y'all be hating, cause you niggas broke
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