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Even though itâs all relevant, evident
Presidents make me feel like I was livinâ in Neverland
Neverland
Super-fly, green, Don Juan flow
Like Iâm Peter Pan
This number one spot need change
Feed the meter-man
Iâm Winter, mink cold
So any problems or situationsâ I dead it
Put it down the drainâ sink souls
My ink gold, rich text for you niggas
Now every other girl wanna get sexed by this nigga
Ex keep callinâ, different mood, different channel
A title and a positionâ meaninâ she is an example
Cause she was somethinâ I never could handle
She a trip; she gonnâ need a passport and some sandals
Golddigga
A nigga might just give her her next break
The bigger he is, she probably give him a sex tape
More fame for the vain, highlighted name
At the end of the day, just look where I remain: on top, high top
Threw up the Xâs for protection
Ate Oâs like the 80âs, kiss the haters goodbye
Eighth row, gettingâ closer to that first row (celeb status?)
You and the world could be the first to know
Youâve got a hold on me
And this feeling gets stronger every day
Talked shit, now my throat dry
Now I got that paper, and I ainât rockinâ bow ties
Got a license, but no drive
Too many people in that thing with the four sides (squares)
The oddest future ever
Even if you think Iâm lyinâ, I honestly say Iâm better
Been this way forever, since my â07 Versace ad
My levelâyou ainât hear? Like, you aintâ copied that?
(Thatâs funny how I just copied that
Iâm just sayinâ, um)
You could never do it
Grew up on the ones who mic-checked one, two-it
No candle opportunities
Like somebody who blew it
Music took me to a place I thought Iâd never see
Had no other choice to seize
Like the letter three
Whatever made it worse, made it worse
But it bettered me
Where do I go?
Youâve got a hold on me
And this feeling gets stronger every day
Iâm in row one
Under the seat: itâs the people behind me
Feet, no gum
Backstage and theyâre no guns
Except for security
But I got my own on both sides
They at my crib where the bathroom is like the boat size
Yâall donât want me to brag so let it float by
Or bring it close by
Here is a random song I had to put together
All this money and hoes could damage in the rain like leather
Let it be the right amount
Gonnâ take more than pussy to open up my account
Go on, moonwalk with MJ there
And you better jump in that fuckinâ air
And stay there
Now watch the magician get put in a position where disappearance
Is made clear
Youâve got a hold on me
And this feeling gets stronger every day
- Album:
- Hi-Heels & Low-Lifes
- We Made It