[Verse 1] Grab the keys and the wallet Iphone out the pocket- tell the cabbie No cash you try to hustle this wallace Just an average thursday and I'm looking for some knowledge And she said she go to mica so I know she probably got it And I'm bothered by the fact that my song was not playing On the jukebox at the bar before we left Cuz' the preppies woulda hate it And the hipsters would debate Either way its entertainment and I Love that shit I grab a pen for the next verse next work, best work Look at my network, that's my net worth Fuck a couple dollars, my people is why I'm in it We get it and then spend it, I'm bleeding for young english Face is up in the paper, sippin' upon the makers I'm going to hit my mark, kick off like dave akers I know
[Verse 2] Shades of gray while we figure how to pave the way Gotta make our own miracle to save the day We don't PRAY- no GOD- so it can be hard Pokerface to the sky I'm dealin' my own cards Go to war with myself- everytime that I write cuz i might Say too much see it's a constant fight The subconscious opens up and my notes are all fucked Walkin on a tight rope and suddenly it gets cut BUT I KNOWTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
