After a hard day of work / hit the curb?
I'm like: Nah, flip a bird / find me a couch, no swerve
Let grapes and cocktails be served / ain't no stress on my turf
Feel like I need to start to rehearse / what it's like to draw a pension
And ayo, we part with the words
All good things must come to an end, man, yeah
I ain't looking for redemption / haters on all flanks, damn
Cause I did it again / the loser's winning again / 3rd Millennium, yeah
Gotta do it / so I do it / and I'm through with / any form of criticism
Shit, ain't gotta prove it / Huey Lewis / that's the power of love
As I'm spitting these bars straight from the heart
Ayo, check it / put my thoughts on a record / and you can quote me on that
Ain't no holding me back / I've been my own shepherd
The architect of this success / up on my thrown, and I'm set
To reap the harvest / and I think that I'mma start with
Something banal, just / zone out, soak in / no route, floating
No doubt I've been / all about that sin, yeah
But shit has shifted / I've been lifted
What's the matter, you don't hand it to the misfit
To have some fortune / poor thing
Still hating, probably cos you're underperforming
That's ok, though / my life like Play-Doh
Form that bitch how I want / that's the way of a Don
Yeah, say what you want / but in this game I ain't no pawn
And I bow to none… you motherfucking cunts!
Kind of got carried away there for a sec / but ain't no biggie
Back on track / hope that you're still with me
And get the message / cos the time that we have left is / oh so precious
Let this be a warm beverage / on a hot summer day
Can I get away? Just a soft slumber
I just wanna get away / just for the summer…
I'm like: Nah, flip a bird / find me a couch, no swerve
Let grapes and cocktails be served / ain't no stress on my turf
Feel like I need to start to rehearse / what it's like to draw a pension
And ayo, we part with the words
All good things must come to an end, man, yeah
I ain't looking for redemption / haters on all flanks, damn
Cause I did it again / the loser's winning again / 3rd Millennium, yeah
Gotta do it / so I do it / and I'm through with / any form of criticism
Shit, ain't gotta prove it / Huey Lewis / that's the power of love
As I'm spitting these bars straight from the heart
Ayo, check it / put my thoughts on a record / and you can quote me on that
Ain't no holding me back / I've been my own shepherd
The architect of this success / up on my thrown, and I'm set
To reap the harvest / and I think that I'mma start with
Something banal, just / zone out, soak in / no route, floating
No doubt I've been / all about that sin, yeah
But shit has shifted / I've been lifted
What's the matter, you don't hand it to the misfit
To have some fortune / poor thing
Still hating, probably cos you're underperforming
That's ok, though / my life like Play-Doh
Form that bitch how I want / that's the way of a Don
Yeah, say what you want / but in this game I ain't no pawn
And I bow to none… you motherfucking cunts!
Kind of got carried away there for a sec / but ain't no biggie
Back on track / hope that you're still with me
And get the message / cos the time that we have left is / oh so precious
Let this be a warm beverage / on a hot summer day
Can I get away? Just a soft slumber
I just wanna get away / just for the summer…
( Ice C.R.E.A.M. Bundy )
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