Eye Phone (feat. L.M.K.)
They say money can't make you happy
Bullshit
Shit
They must be crazy
You go to work on Friday and get your check
Aren't you happy?
Show up on Friday, they don't have your check
See how happy you be then
You would lose your mind
What you mean you don't have my check?
You'd go crazy
You need that check
That's why you get upset man
They say the average American
Is one check away from being homeless
That's scary
Cause they lie to your face
When they say that its fun
Cause they run
From the cops when they come
A game of duck duck and lose your son
Or worse
Watch him grow up and become a bum or something
I don't know
We were just chums in the summer
Now I feel like Arnold Schwarzenegger in a hummer
Ay guey
You say you lost your way now that's a bummer
Go ahead and find a new path
If you can't another
I go together with the beat like peanut butter
You just jelly
When a Smucker
Fuck her
Then pass her with my brothers
Got to kill a new beat
You just found another
You got a first class seat
Ride with me and find a come up
Clean money, going to put you out of business
Pissing on the top of the world
Got my britches
Fist up
Morals skewed, I need a bishop
Consistent dead children
Looking like Bisquick
Run away
I got two for the price of one
Call your sons up
They women in need of mass destruction
I'm over all these
Bitches yapping at me like Maltisse
Your girl nuts
But she looking to suck
I tell her swallow these
Look homie please
Don't let the envy get you
Look deep within
Find the peace in every issue
The mirror looking big too
Symptoms of a sick dude
The difference is
Who stays ruffled
And who sits through
Feeling shit ain't easy
Just don't grab the pistol
Feeling like I'm Eazy-E
Flowing breezy
In the ice, who sees me?
Too cold to be reached, he's
Victim of an ugly world
But so is everybody
Put one in the air
For the loved ones who ain't there
Feeling stunned cause
I ain't expect to get no hate glares
Tripping over blank stares
Need a different wayfare
Pain and death it ain't fair
We need to find our way here
Seen a couple news flicks
About people shooting sticks
Shit give me flashbacks
Shit, they killed my dude and its
Giving me a shitty mind state
That New York state of mind state
That maybe I should raise the crime rate
I need to find place
Hold up
I need to find grace
No more wine poured up
Shit, there's a sign for the new iphone up
And you know I pulled up
Temporary relief I need
So
Please take my money please
Bullshit
Shit
They must be crazy
You go to work on Friday and get your check
Aren't you happy?
Show up on Friday, they don't have your check
See how happy you be then
You would lose your mind
What you mean you don't have my check?
You'd go crazy
You need that check
That's why you get upset man
They say the average American
Is one check away from being homeless
That's scary
Cause they lie to your face
When they say that its fun
Cause they run
From the cops when they come
A game of duck duck and lose your son
Or worse
Watch him grow up and become a bum or something
I don't know
We were just chums in the summer
Now I feel like Arnold Schwarzenegger in a hummer
Ay guey
You say you lost your way now that's a bummer
Go ahead and find a new path
If you can't another
I go together with the beat like peanut butter
You just jelly
When a Smucker
Fuck her
Then pass her with my brothers
Got to kill a new beat
You just found another
You got a first class seat
Ride with me and find a come up
Clean money, going to put you out of business
Pissing on the top of the world
Got my britches
Fist up
Morals skewed, I need a bishop
Consistent dead children
Looking like Bisquick
Run away
I got two for the price of one
Call your sons up
They women in need of mass destruction
I'm over all these
Bitches yapping at me like Maltisse
Your girl nuts
But she looking to suck
I tell her swallow these
Look homie please
Don't let the envy get you
Look deep within
Find the peace in every issue
The mirror looking big too
Symptoms of a sick dude
The difference is
Who stays ruffled
And who sits through
Feeling shit ain't easy
Just don't grab the pistol
Feeling like I'm Eazy-E
Flowing breezy
In the ice, who sees me?
Too cold to be reached, he's
Victim of an ugly world
But so is everybody
Put one in the air
For the loved ones who ain't there
Feeling stunned cause
I ain't expect to get no hate glares
Tripping over blank stares
Need a different wayfare
Pain and death it ain't fair
We need to find our way here
Seen a couple news flicks
About people shooting sticks
Shit give me flashbacks
Shit, they killed my dude and its
Giving me a shitty mind state
That New York state of mind state
That maybe I should raise the crime rate
I need to find place
Hold up
I need to find grace
No more wine poured up
Shit, there's a sign for the new iphone up
And you know I pulled up
Temporary relief I need
So
Please take my money please
Credits
Writer(s): Kennett Moss
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