作词 : Brian Imanuel 作曲 : Daniel Tannenbaum/Craig Balmoris/Sergiu Gherman Feeling like my ignorance has been breaking apart uh Somewhere between making M’s and making my mark Stare at the ceiling what is the purpose, I’m praying my brain’s the church Imma need to buy some detergent, my spirit got on some dirt I’m 22 but feeling 29 and 12 all at the same time Scrap with some demons for hours like anime fights Never tell my parents the truth but the day I do I can see their perspective I just hope that they goin understand mine I got a crib now; I don’t owe nobody for this work so I just thank God Came across so many bottles filled with tears the market is a place of fear the shades they rock to cover up them pain eyes Chase success but hope I don’t get too successful fame wise uh Fake honesty you not my friend you franchise I don’t want a life where privacy’s a thing I can’t find Yeah they love the movie but they move on when the main dies Man it’s tragic.. Too many cameras’ll get you manic.. Don’t want the fame ,I want some rest this sh*t is thankless.. I heard the rent’s expensive up in Calabasas.. My plan today is get some head and get my prayers answered Or maybe tail, coin toss Your energy ain’t touching me I’ll rip your face off Been through a lot I’m movin’ like I never take loss I’ll make a movie and my life’s the story that it’s based off f*ck around and eat some Jollibee’s I love the grease and all the seasoning I just want some peace, no enemies but Imma still compete New apartment got my keys we f*ckin in the evening Apologies but Imma body you in songs I’m featuring You ain’t gonna rap no mo no mo You goin be a tik toker dancer no no You goin be a filmmaker when you meet Scorcese he will say your movies all trash & so so Aaaahhh Man-that sh*t is soundin’ painful Praising the Lord but-im-here to make satan look like an angel With-the-wings and all like lemon pepper Ricky Ross and Drake In any case you know I’m in when-I-got them currency’s to make I got the cake, the heist is easy when you know the combination to the safe This sh*t come easy to me, I just ask He give it to me I used to /roll the paper now the paper rolling in Man, I don’t know what changed but maybe I just started focusing You don’t like how I’m movin ‘least I’m movin like a U-Haul... I don’t like parties in the hills that sh*t is too far... They do more lines than Tarantino movies acting like they better than me take your motherf*ckin’ Prada boots off Less brain cells than a whippit can Sold a couple Gildan shirts tell the world he’s businessman Your shoes are fake and your whip is rented It’s always sunny in Indo and lately man I just need a tan 版权声明:未经著作权人书面许可,任何人不得以任何方式使用(包括翻唱、翻录等)编辑于2022/01/21更新