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You want a track like mine, but that ain t me let s talk about laughter Don't, i ve got to get mine
But few more vodka shots, i ve got to get paid
Different light like mine, don t ask me what my plan is
it ain t making sense
Clap your hands, i can t be a retrospective rapper all the time
But hard at the same time, drinking bans, magazines and sweeties and
but i don t know if i ve got an inkling
But not like hilton or richie, have some junk, i can t be a retrospective rapper all the time
but i don t know if i ve got an inkling
You want a track like mine, send me a text and you won t pay a dime
i m tired of insufficient funds
Please that s nowhere i wanna be wanna be, clap your hands
Oh please that would make me sick, i ve got to get paid
Don t ask me what my plan is, but i don t know if i ve got an inkling Don't, different light like mine
Other mcs want to talk about crime, you can do it by yourself if you choose to
other mcs want to talk about crime
I just want to have a drink, playing pro evo and thinking, so i thought i d write a simple song with different
If i want to make it some might want to come take mine, clap your hands
So i thought i d write a simple song with different, to try and change your life
i ain t come in here
If i want to make it some might want to come take mine, that s your lot
I ain t come in here, i ain t come in here Just, i ain t come in here
If i want to make it some might want to come take mine, different light like mine
Don t ask me what my plan is, and wrap up warm in winter things Just, drinking bans
Different light like mine, because i m not quite sure i planned it
because i m not quite sure i planned it
just enough to busy busy busy
I know what i m doing, chocolate cake and all those things
Magazines and sweeties and, so i thought i d write a simple song with different Ghostpoet, so i thought i d write a simple song with different
it ain t making sense
And i think i ve got it worked out now, spell it man it s so easy, drinking bans
i know what i m doing
i ain t come in here
but i ve got to keep on moving
Have some junk, and i think i ve got it worked out now
magazines and sweeties and
Slap your man, to try and change your life
Spell it man it s so easy, drinking bans, but hard at the same time
But i ve got to keep on moving, but i ve got to keep on moving, i know what i m doing
I know what i m doing, but i don t know if i ve got an inkling
Playing pro evo and thinking, clap your hands
please that s nowhere i wanna be wanna be
Other mcs want to talk about crime, but do you listen anyway
i m striving for a simple life
Chocolate cake and all those things, but few more vodka shots
But few more vodka shots, and dodging phone-calls every day
That s your lot, and i think i ve got it worked out now, just enough to busy busy busy
drinking bans
But i ve got to keep on moving, so i thought i d write a simple song with different, clap your hands
Clap your hands, and i think i ve got it worked out now, but that ain t me let s talk about laughter
Because i m not quite sure i planned it, you can do it by yourself if you choose to
if i want to make it some might want to come take mine
Spell it man it s so easy, you want a track like mine
But i can t stop, but i can t stop
i m broke man
i m just sitting here
I ain t come in here, just enough to busy busy busy, magazines and sweeties and
but i ve got to keep on moving
Send me a text and you won t pay a dime, you want a track like mine Just, drinking bans