[Verse 1] Been keeping dialogues, in a dialog Walking through the fog, maybe i'm a fraud Try to find myself, somewhere in Argentina I think i'm back home, sorry had to leave you Counting calories, got no salary Need a salad dude, not satisfactory Need no malady, my reality Sipping daiquiris No more factory She's probably mad at me Living unhappily I live in malady In a menagerie Originality, Technicality You don't believe me? Check my gallery Personality, bleak mentality Save the flattery, I don't need it I got an ego, I'm pretty premo Save your money, It's a placebo
[Hook] They say Make money money Make money money money But i hate money money Hate money money money And if i got to work for the man for the rest of my life I'd probably kill myself I'd rather live for ten years the way that i want Instead of 70 for someone else So let my drink my wine Let me smoke my stuff Let me write my songs One day i'll be OK One day i'll be OK
[Verse 2] I'm not a frat rapper, I'm a fat rapper You can find me in the streets with the pan hammers Let me snort a Xani off a desk Crack a fucking Boston Lager over Sammy Adam's head Excuse the violence, I'm kinda salty though Keep the violins, but you don't call me bro White kids celebrating white privilege through black music it's some bitch shit Now back to business, was never good at business Was never really good at anything other than this shit And this shit can drive a man face first Into his grave with a smile on his face, but first Let me smile at the sunset Let me stick around before you make me leave cause i'm not done yet Let me wave from the guillotine A final goodbye, If you got money ain't no need to dream
[Hook]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
