Cognitive Dissonance
Cognitive dissonance
From multiple circles that I been dippin in
Shorty say I get around
But I'm really not into shit
And if no dollars accompany
I'm not interested
I don't think I'm edgy
I just be on edge
Meet you at a crossroad before I cross to feds
How you wetting blocks when you still wetting beds
Married to the game
That's a newlywed
Forget you an outlier
When surrounded by outliers
Forget what sleep was cause
Ain't no one else tired
Forget to speak up cause
Can't no one else hear
Why I feel alone
Like it ain't no one else here
I'm from the future like Phil
I'm wit a Tommy like Dil
Wipe ya bib off, baby
Closed mouths don't get a meal
Keep it to myself if I have one
Fumbled a couple bags
And I hope that my last was the last one
Aye man
Before we let you in here
I'mma need to see whats inside ya bag bro
(Fumbled a couple bags and I hope that my last was the last one)
Come on man. It's simple
Ain't a robbery man just
What's in the bag, man
Nigga if you don't open this bag
What's in your bag today
That girl that's just a bit too perfect for your taste
The money you feel as that last cent slips through your fingers
The family you pray for more than you pray with
What is in your bag today
And more importantly
What you gon do to hold on to it
From multiple circles that I been dippin in
Shorty say I get around
But I'm really not into shit
And if no dollars accompany
I'm not interested
I don't think I'm edgy
I just be on edge
Meet you at a crossroad before I cross to feds
How you wetting blocks when you still wetting beds
Married to the game
That's a newlywed
Forget you an outlier
When surrounded by outliers
Forget what sleep was cause
Ain't no one else tired
Forget to speak up cause
Can't no one else hear
Why I feel alone
Like it ain't no one else here
I'm from the future like Phil
I'm wit a Tommy like Dil
Wipe ya bib off, baby
Closed mouths don't get a meal
Keep it to myself if I have one
Fumbled a couple bags
And I hope that my last was the last one
Aye man
Before we let you in here
I'mma need to see whats inside ya bag bro
(Fumbled a couple bags and I hope that my last was the last one)
Come on man. It's simple
Ain't a robbery man just
What's in the bag, man
Nigga if you don't open this bag
What's in your bag today
That girl that's just a bit too perfect for your taste
The money you feel as that last cent slips through your fingers
The family you pray for more than you pray with
What is in your bag today
And more importantly
What you gon do to hold on to it
Credits
Writer(s): Bobby J Woody, Ryan Brooks
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