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When I got shit to do Can I count on you? I promise you We can make history I never have much to say My private way has filled the room My privacy, need everything for me What does it mean to you? We can make history Some ask, you say it's cool Some ask, you say it's cool When I ain't got shit to do but bother you What do it mean to me? That could mean anything What do I mean to you? You don't say anything When we're together, together Say do I need you now? I don't I don't say anything, I won't When we're together, together Thinkin' Drinkin' I'm thinkin' (fuck) Stressin' Letras de cancionesLegal fees and the stress knee deep One day you'll understand the troubled artist Treading through muddy water Pretend I'm not in debt and that the IRS won't show up Keep a blow-up, why rest, my pillow case is eyes warm Your fan favorited, can't inflate when people don't jam the tape That paper you got here is shorter See you can't afford to bounce back When budgets plummet you're the outcast Almost finished with a bag, chasin' to a backpack With homework in it And it's no gimmicks, just patient Making mistakes 'til you're voice dependent And it's Monday so I'm ventin' about everything I might cop some mary jane, knowin' that's a bad move I might call some pussy up, that's a bad decision too All my homies switchin' up, been facin' woods again, it's cool Man I can't get rich enough, just check the check invisible Rumor is, dumb it down for the consumer then Collect from them on stupid shit Might boost your gigs That's P-A-Y the man if I put powder in my hand And leave a mark, where would you stand? I ain't no motherfuckin' comma Just do this shit for profit No loyalty make way more than a dollar I'll be honest, don't see dyin' broke, ain't how I plan to go out And integrity is cool but stability is too And I really want that pool in my crib Fuck it though, I really want that jewel on my wrist Right now it's buckets though I never felt better stackin' dough and all of it's legit, I fuck it off How dare you turn your back on me? Everything I've done How you turn your back on me, your back to me again How you turn your back to me How come I don't ever get the joke All the family talk was barrel smoke We just know how to survive State managers spreadin' lies Underground and in the clouds Wanna live somewhere remote Bad call from the rentin' and the loud like I won't let the po-po get me riled up when I'm too high Car smell like woohah and I flew by the speedometer All I feel is mama pain, know earth can be discouraging The mirror scene, I look away, but fuck preaching Perspective's the motto Beefin' over bitches like swallowing a hollow tip Don't lose your lip for some odd dough If I win a lot though I parade the streets and buy all of the AK's Point at the police, devour them (them) Watchin' over my shoulders Still grandma totin' an older grudge Ain't no armor tough enough that's stoppin' you from a bloodspill I'm to free, I flee a sentence And too cheap to flee, don't spend shit On no collar, ain't no slave Unless a forty million dollar It's just Monday and I'm ventin' about everything I might cop some mary jane, knowin' that's a bad move I might call some pussy up, that's a bad decision too From Letras Mania