All the Freaks

Driving on the Belt today
Disappointed, drawn to pills
Took a plane to LAX
Fall asleep, I'm feeling still
Peace of mind to disappear
Disappointed in my soul

All that talk but words are cheap
Yappering, don't talk to me
Talking money, come to me
Counting cash abundantly
I just grew a money tree
Don't want labels on their knees
I want you to talk to me
I want you to talk to me

Snaking your own family
But I got a job to be
Feeding them, we taking drugs
Percocets a cause to seek
Highest pay and all to me
Greening out, see X on tape
Triple X, like Orange tree
Pretty bitch get on her knees
She don't even want talk to me
Seeing objects that you like
Put your problems all on me
To the club, they taking you
To the bank, where imma be
Imitate your hardest beat
Make a milli on the scene
Cashed a check, it's fraudulent
Come on sing this shit with me
My deposits all your breesh
I think high is all you'll be
All the words mean none to me, if you're going off on me
When I'm angry, talk to me
When you're cool, you fall on me
Picked you up, you wanted me

All that talk but words are cheap
Yappering, don't talk to me
Talking money, come to me
Counting cash abundantly
I just grew a money tree
Don't want labels on their knees
I want you to talk to me
Can't be real to all the freaks

Driving on the Belt today
Disappointed, drawn to pills
Took a plane to LAX
Fall asleep, I'm feeling still
Peace of mind to disappear
Disappointed in my soul
Disconnected from the fears
But I need to feel to heal

But still
Creativity a pill
It's a drug I can appeal
Something that's gon' make me feel
When it's bout me, you'll never wanna see
How I've been alive
Yes, I almost died
But it ain't feel right, for you
Had an awakening
Come up the spot, now we shaking it
Bad lil bitch and she shaking it
Bad lil bitch end up making it deep cause you know that we feel
We making a film
Record in the back
She keeping it real
Real
This real



Credits
Writer(s): Yonatan Sabag
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