RedzoneDeadzone
Yeah
Yeah
Woah, yeah
Woah
I'm having trouble pinpointing my calling
I generate value by being myself
I would pay somebody to do that shit for me
I can't give my power to somebody else
I don't like thinking too much, that's annoying
An infinite cycle, that shit never fails
It is not clear to me what is important
But it so vibrantly clear what is hell
I can't help my self, I let myself go
I been to myself, I left my cellphone
I been building up, I'm in the red zone
Please don't be surprised if this the dead zone
I told that little bitch, "I'll see your ass when I get home"
We got on facetime because we were both laid up with red bones
Lookin' at my bitches is like lookin' into the mirror
We don't ever have to say shit 'cause you gonna feel us
I don't box, I don't play
Move the opps out the way
Capoeira, hit the woah
That's a sock full of quarters to the face
That is the difference between you and me
I am not worried about getting paid
I'm getting money regardless
You can't even keep the sock full of change
I hit the top of the mountain, and I do the wave
She throw it up like that shit is just like a bouquet
She twist her fingers up, look like she playin' a flute
I turn on the PS2 and put in Buda-k-a-i
That's a three, then a five
That's a cage where you live
Never leave, never die
Turns out I happen to be Poseidon on the low
She just fell in love with the Ocean Spray
She tried to tell me that she's not a hoe
She can be whatever she wants with me
I'm having trouble pinpointing my calling
I generate value by being myself
I would pay somebody to do that shit for me
I can't give my power to somebody else
I don't like thinking too much, that's annoying
An infinite cycle, that shit never fails
It is not clear to me what is important
But it so vibrantly clear what is hell
I can't help my self, I let myself go
I been to myself, I left my cellphone
I been building up, I'm in the red zone
Please don't be surprised if this the dead zone
I told that little bitch, "I'll see your ass when I get home"
We got on facetime because we were both laid up with red bones
Lookin' at my bitches is like lookin' into the mirror
We don't ever have to say shit 'cause you gonna feel us
Yeah
Woah, yeah
Woah
I'm having trouble pinpointing my calling
I generate value by being myself
I would pay somebody to do that shit for me
I can't give my power to somebody else
I don't like thinking too much, that's annoying
An infinite cycle, that shit never fails
It is not clear to me what is important
But it so vibrantly clear what is hell
I can't help my self, I let myself go
I been to myself, I left my cellphone
I been building up, I'm in the red zone
Please don't be surprised if this the dead zone
I told that little bitch, "I'll see your ass when I get home"
We got on facetime because we were both laid up with red bones
Lookin' at my bitches is like lookin' into the mirror
We don't ever have to say shit 'cause you gonna feel us
I don't box, I don't play
Move the opps out the way
Capoeira, hit the woah
That's a sock full of quarters to the face
That is the difference between you and me
I am not worried about getting paid
I'm getting money regardless
You can't even keep the sock full of change
I hit the top of the mountain, and I do the wave
She throw it up like that shit is just like a bouquet
She twist her fingers up, look like she playin' a flute
I turn on the PS2 and put in Buda-k-a-i
That's a three, then a five
That's a cage where you live
Never leave, never die
Turns out I happen to be Poseidon on the low
She just fell in love with the Ocean Spray
She tried to tell me that she's not a hoe
She can be whatever she wants with me
I'm having trouble pinpointing my calling
I generate value by being myself
I would pay somebody to do that shit for me
I can't give my power to somebody else
I don't like thinking too much, that's annoying
An infinite cycle, that shit never fails
It is not clear to me what is important
But it so vibrantly clear what is hell
I can't help my self, I let myself go
I been to myself, I left my cellphone
I been building up, I'm in the red zone
Please don't be surprised if this the dead zone
I told that little bitch, "I'll see your ass when I get home"
We got on facetime because we were both laid up with red bones
Lookin' at my bitches is like lookin' into the mirror
We don't ever have to say shit 'cause you gonna feel us
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Mcleod
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