2012, GoldAN, UlySA, you can count me out
I turn my swag up, just enough to label us
Synonymous to handbags when designer is fucking up
And I can take that cut, when you take that cut
But the real me is just asking for a couple bucks
We find change where we feeling it
And jack on your flow like that perv who on her period
Now that's word to any mrs
Who is settling down and don't remember to give kisses
OH! Teacher gon' teach, and dis miss will dismiss us
Now back that ass up before you see how much is missing
It's reverse on the other side
I right my name in cursive on this nametag that I wear with pride
Don't ask me how it got there
Must have been soft like all them sock hairs
Must have been wrong like Sandiego
Town to town like winnebagos
But now i'm busting on a hater
And I right on all this cash cuz all thoughts won't fit on paper
I'll pack that in a nap sack and bring it to the bank and time the suit snap back
Its just fact, can you deliver a letter for me?
Rattle my chains because its better than better for me
I wouldn't ask you something not important
And you can be damn sure I'm colored to fit accordance
Make it an ordinance, now all the houses are looking the same
I guess it kind of sucks gorilla swag had to die in vein
We still got big dreams
We sign our life away as if we're playing for the other team
Welcome to major leagues, where we knock 'em out and get paid so professionally
I'm in the car watching sitcoms
We're both spinning off and blowing up like fucking chest bombs
I could have sworn it was choreographed
The ratings got spiked, Lee on the graph
Nervous, we lock eyes across the table
There's a tingle in my hand as I start to fit a label
They cradle, and hold me up as if I'm falling down
Everything I now denounce cuz this is where it really counts
Before you leap like never before, ask yourself how labels in your office drawer
And if it's way to many count, then i'm fucking done, you can count me out
You can count me out
I turn my swag up, just enough to label us
Synonymous to handbags when designer is fucking up
And I can take that cut, when you take that cut
But the real me is just asking for a couple bucks
We find change where we feeling it
And jack on your flow like that perv who on her period
Now that's word to any mrs
Who is settling down and don't remember to give kisses
OH! Teacher gon' teach, and dis miss will dismiss us
Now back that ass up before you see how much is missing
It's reverse on the other side
I right my name in cursive on this nametag that I wear with pride
Don't ask me how it got there
Must have been soft like all them sock hairs
Must have been wrong like Sandiego
Town to town like winnebagos
But now i'm busting on a hater
And I right on all this cash cuz all thoughts won't fit on paper
I'll pack that in a nap sack and bring it to the bank and time the suit snap back
Its just fact, can you deliver a letter for me?
Rattle my chains because its better than better for me
I wouldn't ask you something not important
And you can be damn sure I'm colored to fit accordance
Make it an ordinance, now all the houses are looking the same
I guess it kind of sucks gorilla swag had to die in vein
We still got big dreams
We sign our life away as if we're playing for the other team
Welcome to major leagues, where we knock 'em out and get paid so professionally
I'm in the car watching sitcoms
We're both spinning off and blowing up like fucking chest bombs
I could have sworn it was choreographed
The ratings got spiked, Lee on the graph
Nervous, we lock eyes across the table
There's a tingle in my hand as I start to fit a label
They cradle, and hold me up as if I'm falling down
Everything I now denounce cuz this is where it really counts
Before you leap like never before, ask yourself how labels in your office drawer
And if it's way to many count, then i'm fucking done, you can count me out
You can count me out
( GoldAN )
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