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Baby, it feels like Monday morning I feel the sunshine on my face Even the lights can't stop the motion Full speed ahead, not a cloud in the way Doubters Suck on these ma, bon apetite In Glendale like I'm hiding from police Staying remote, controlling the scene Being myself, is when I am free Suck on these ma, Bon apetite In Glendale like I'm hiding from police Guess I'm adding to the drought cause I drop that heat Be not confused what this means to me New bud all purp, royal highness Bad broad no skirt, king of diamonds Reaching for the crown since im greedy and i'm cocky Prince of my city, annointed by papi Like father like son the pavements I run, til my kingdom come, Watch them all feel it til their ears go numb Working late hours, shit sounds like fun See I'm spreading my reign, Monsieur Hurricane Saw my silver lining, but its all gold everything To the game shit I owe nine wedding rings Know what I deserve so i'm never gonna settle in For a head piece, these town broads be tempting Letras de cancionesMy mistress gone miss me, cause rap love is risky Starbucks politicking in the cafe, coffee black no sugar ain't shit sweet Break bread, last supper ain't shit free Judas at my table, get the fuck from round me Acting like we don't have problems Ask big papa they come with the dollars Marketing myself, we don't need your help Cause ain't no plate served, had to feed myself Feeling hot headed, hope the crown don't melt Buried my fears, resurrected my wealth Baby, it feels like Monday morning I feel the sunshine on my face Even the lights can't stop the motion Full speed ahead, not a cloud in the way Doubters Suck on these ma, bon apetite In Glendale like I'm hiding from police Staying remote, controlling the scene Being myself, is when I am free Suck on these ma, Bon apetite In Glendale like I'm hiding from police Guess I'm adding to the drought cause I drop that heat Be not confused what this means to me On my phone I hear the world, feel I should turn it off I need time for self Ran along far from home, feel I don't learn at all, let me catch my breath We just picture, thinking, dreaming, scheming, bleeding, reading, all in the late night Feeling against hype, cause this thorough fuck a sound bite Never the weak type, pyrotechnics in my methods Some days are hectic, but that henny ever present Not regretting who I be, I handle all my BI Used to love a stalker, she follow more than PI Fishing for some ice, wishing I could freeze time These women all kinds, all pretty And the dudes on they arms all kinds of silly JP in the house so you know it's loud Complex, context, bitch you know my style Freedom fighting, march in black Doc Martins, Two cells phones cause the money keep calling Just playing, the android only for my girl No connection for the second, as I float into my world On my phone I hear the world, feel I should turn it off, I need time for self Ran along far from home, feel I don't learn at all, let me catch my breath From Letras Mania