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It's like, even though I'm up for the task I haven't done it I rather cash in on some ass, keep it coming Then after hit some meat from the stash, keep it a hundid And I feel that you can mash up fo' you black, and you blunted Coming from me, that's hard to stomach But lately I've been runnin' from me, like I be summin' Like summin' is tellin' me to do nothin' Duckin', I'm doin' nothin' bout it Bluffin' through every discussion and gettin' nothin out it Round and rund I go Wher eis my passion? Gettin' distracted, I know I'm going backwards It's like, even though you started the job, you haven't finished So your destiny is gettin' robbed like every minute And though the rest obey that you're on, it's not official You run along, saying it's wrong and do it different You're not alone, you see, this world is nuts, We all distracted by the things that lead the world to us But our gage is wrong, it's something dangerous Without a change in all, talk about an aid in love Fuck tryna keep the Earth spinnin', you dizzy with yo' friends And niggas on the streets is busy with revenge Letras de cancionesAnd women in the sheets get freaked until they prego You make your boys out of your good words, you pedo Following them girls, used to let us, while the mother Of your girls tries to heal, cause she set up for your ass(?) And your ass is distracted a little And asking these kids who's your dad, it's a riddle When they gotta ask to themselves in the middle of a class That he probably ain't gon' pass The fiddle with the notion, but lemme move on, we all struggle with devotion It takes too long, so why practice? The television's blasting, ain't nobody falling the plug And misaligning the club, you're bypassing You could have done things, but you aren't, though Looking at dumb things on your smart phone I run it how you miss what you;re callin' this Some of you know, and you still won't put your all in it Round and rund I go Wher eis my passion? Gettin' distracted, I know I'm going backwards Like Sam Cooke, I'm full of song, but I'm still rough around the edges Like a bullet whole, it gets tougher round my heades, But you wouldn't know The witness could have stuck to be pathethic if I couldn't blow It's a hard row staying focused on flows I get distracted, like every one one of these hoes I should be rappin' But rappers while they all on my dough, I tell her keep her clothes on But now they all onmy flow, they make it happen, nigga From Letras Mania