(Inside of the house...)
Dropped my Ramen Noodles in the sink
Took my photo then I got a print
I don't wanna link, I just wanna think
Trouble on my mind, I wish I could drink
All this shit is by design, you might miss it if you blink
I started out in the basement, I was a star in the making
Then I made black in America, that was my song for racists
Common sense still a contradiction, nonfiction
Life get real without a pot to piss in
Yelling out f*ck you to the opposition, I've envisioned
More to life than 9 to 5, always trying to find some time to grind
Tired eyes in the studio, but I do the most, just trying to change my life
Mama believes in me, my friends believe in me, Baltimore got my back
Brother made beat for me, so it's only right that I had to bless the track
Find me, remind me, I'm high by myself
Ask God for answers inside of myself
Exercise patience, I'm working, not waiting
I'm just misbehaving inside of the house
Inside of the house, just misbehaving inside of the house
Inside of the house, just misbehaving inside of the house
Yeah, aye!
Misbehaving, lazy, and depressed
Broken heart, can't say it with my chest
Clean my Ramen Noodles out the sink
Kitchen and my mental, both a mess
Oh My God, she's gorgeous in that dress
Curve a nigga like parabola
City towing scooped our Nissan truck
Uber scooped us in the Maxima, ayeee
What's the plan now? I ain't looking for a handout
They gone bump it from Rosedale to Lansdowne
I don't show, but I know I'm the man now
It's so cold, but I don't understand how the world so wicked
Take the truth, the media will spin it, rip it like a Beyblade battle
Noisy like a baby's rattle, all we do is trust and obey like chattel
And I'm just trying to feel free
Prison all in my mind
Smoke and mirrors from tree
Rolling dime after dime
Damn I miss the old me
Talk to moms and I'm crying
Android No. 23 - We Not Linking. Lyrics
Android No. 23 - We Not Linking. Lyrics
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(Inside of the house...)
Dropped my Ramen Noodles in the sink
Took my photo then I got a print
I don't wanna link, I just wanna think
Trouble on my mind, I wish I could drink
All this shit is by design, you might miss it if you blink
I started out in the basement, I was a star in the making
Then I made black in America, that was my song for racists
Common sense still a contradiction, nonfiction
Life get real without a pot to piss in
Yelling out f*ck you to the opposition, I've envisioned
More to life than 9 to 5, always trying to find some time to grind
Tired eyes in the studio, but I do the most, just trying to change my life
Mama believes in me, my friends believe in me, Baltimore got my back
Brother made beat for me, so it's only right that I had to bless the track
Find me, remind me, I'm high by myself
Ask God for answers inside of myself
Exercise patience, I'm working, not waiting
I'm just misbehaving inside of the house
Inside of the house, just misbehaving inside of the house
Inside of the house, just misbehaving inside of the house
Yeah, aye!
Misbehaving, lazy, and depressed
Broken heart, can't say it with my chest
Clean my Ramen Noodles out the sink
Kitchen and my mental, both a mess
Oh My God, she's gorgeous in that dress
Curve a nigga like parabola
City towing scooped our Nissan truck
Uber scooped us in the Maxima, ayeee
What's the plan now? I ain't looking for a handout
They gone bump it from Rosedale to Lansdowne
I don't show, but I know I'm the man now
It's so cold, but I don't understand how the world so wicked
Take the truth, the media will spin it, rip it like a Beyblade battle
Noisy like a baby's rattle, all we do is trust and obey like chattel
And I'm just trying to feel free
Prison all in my mind
Smoke and mirrors from tree
Rolling dime after dime
Damn I miss the old me
Talk to moms and I'm crying
Dropped my Ramen Noodles in the sink
Took my photo then I got a print
I don't wanna link, I just wanna think
Trouble on my mind, I wish I could drink
All this shit is by design, you might miss it if you blink
I started out in the basement, I was a star in the making
Then I made black in America, that was my song for racists
Common sense still a contradiction, nonfiction
Life get real without a pot to piss in
Yelling out f*ck you to the opposition, I've envisioned
More to life than 9 to 5, always trying to find some time to grind
Tired eyes in the studio, but I do the most, just trying to change my life
Mama believes in me, my friends believe in me, Baltimore got my back
Brother made beat for me, so it's only right that I had to bless the track
Find me, remind me, I'm high by myself
Ask God for answers inside of myself
Exercise patience, I'm working, not waiting
I'm just misbehaving inside of the house
Inside of the house, just misbehaving inside of the house
Inside of the house, just misbehaving inside of the house
Yeah, aye!
Misbehaving, lazy, and depressed
Broken heart, can't say it with my chest
Clean my Ramen Noodles out the sink
Kitchen and my mental, both a mess
Oh My God, she's gorgeous in that dress
Curve a nigga like parabola
City towing scooped our Nissan truck
Uber scooped us in the Maxima, ayeee
What's the plan now? I ain't looking for a handout
They gone bump it from Rosedale to Lansdowne
I don't show, but I know I'm the man now
It's so cold, but I don't understand how the world so wicked
Take the truth, the media will spin it, rip it like a Beyblade battle
Noisy like a baby's rattle, all we do is trust and obey like chattel
And I'm just trying to feel free
Prison all in my mind
Smoke and mirrors from tree
Rolling dime after dime
Damn I miss the old me
Talk to moms and I'm crying
Writer: Ugonna Anyadike
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid