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Got dreams of selling out the Fillmore, #1 on Billboard
Count 100 thousand on the bed and thereâs still more
Tell myself I gotta get my mind right and chill more
But the bills say I gotta kill more, so line em up
Iâm drinking straight from the bottle, I couldnât find a cup
I watch the second-hand tick until the time is up
The time is now, I ride around with cameras on
A nice night, the lights bright, the candles long
The wick burning, I sip bourbon, the whip turning
They tried flipping the script, they only flip burgers
They donât concern us, to each his own
Iâm reaching high, they reaching out, they always leaching on
This here the sermon, yeah Iâm preaching on
They yelling âamen,â and Iâm just wishing I could save them
Driving down the road, Iâm the rose in the pavement
House in the hills but a house ainât a home if itâs vacant
Itâs vacant, itâs vacant
I know you wanna get away, I know you wanna get away
But tell me what are you running from? Tell me what are you waiting for?
Donât you know that itâs coming? Donât you know that itâs coming?
I go so deep in my mind, I donât know when Iâll surface
Take a breath, headfirst into something uncertain
Searching for gold; threw this away like I knew this was old
The temperature perfect, the verses are cold
Imagine that, came back with something thatâs brand new
If you donât stand up, how they gonâ understand you?
Cuz they all brainwashed, this music the shampoo
Iâm head and shoulders above em, I canât lose
Man to be the one chosen is something you canât choose
You gotta play the hand that youâre dealt
You gotta start counting your blessings instead of your wealth
And if you tryna make a change you better start with yourself
And stop running, stop running