Yeah yeah
G.Rob
Uh huh yeah
Let's get it like this
Tryna stack this bread
Like the motherf*cking bakery
Imma be right here
There ain't no shaking me
As real as it gets
There ain't no fake in me
Third eye open
You cannot awaken me
Motherf*ck the pigs
But I'll be where the bacon be
You got absolutely nothing
To say to me
See you in hell yeah
That's where Satan be
I ain't too sure if this life is made for me
I also don't know
Why these demons be chasing me
I see you looking
What the f*ck do you make of me?
What the f*ck do you make of me?
I'm seeing so clear
That before, I was so blind
Oh my
I got a story
And it's time that I told mine
They used to ignore me
Now I choose from the gold mine
She a pretty lady
You know she so fine
All my life
I've been scared of my own mind
Not afraid of what I see
I'm scared of what I don't find
Yeah, I'm scared of what I don't find
Bitch, better
Know your worth
If you don't
You end up in a hearse
Bitch, better
Know your worth
I don't know
What is worse
Living without you
Living with a curse
I been about you
I'm down since birth
Yeah I gotta be around you
We down to Earth
But we chilling on Mars
You know that you
In my heart
Mine is in yo palms
Please Babe, don't tear it apart
Everyday I'm smoking
3AM listening to Frank Ocean
The World is at my feet
And I'm hoping
Come f*ck with me
Can you feel the motion?
Yeah
Come f*ck with me
Can you feel the motion?
Pray that tomorrow
I'm breathing
It's clear that
I'm fighting my demons
Maybe not like these other beings
Maybe I'm not like
These other beings
I cannot
Describe what I'm feeling
Or even what I'm seeing
All I know is
I'm bouncing from the ceiling
Hope I don't get gunned down
Will I ever comedown?
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Yeah yeah
G.Rob
Uh huh yeah
Let's get it like this
Tryna stack this bread
Like the motherf*cking bakery
Imma be right here
There ain't no shaking me
As real as it gets
There ain't no fake in me
Third eye open
You cannot awaken me
Motherf*ck the pigs
But I'll be where the bacon be
You got absolutely nothing
To say to me
See you in hell yeah
That's where Satan be
I ain't too sure if this life is made for me
I also don't know
Why these demons be chasing me
I see you looking
What the f*ck do you make of me?
What the f*ck do you make of me?
I'm seeing so clear
That before, I was so blind
Oh my
I got a story
And it's time that I told mine
They used to ignore me
Now I choose from the gold mine
She a pretty lady
You know she so fine
All my life
I've been scared of my own mind
Not afraid of what I see
I'm scared of what I don't find
Yeah, I'm scared of what I don't find
Bitch, better
Know your worth
If you don't
You end up in a hearse
Bitch, better
Know your worth
I don't know
What is worse
Living without you
Living with a curse
I been about you
I'm down since birth
Yeah I gotta be around you
We down to Earth
But we chilling on Mars
You know that you
In my heart
Mine is in yo palms
Please Babe, don't tear it apart
Everyday I'm smoking
3AM listening to Frank Ocean
The World is at my feet
And I'm hoping
Come f*ck with me
Can you feel the motion?
Yeah
Come f*ck with me
Can you feel the motion?
Pray that tomorrow
I'm breathing
It's clear that
I'm fighting my demons
Maybe not like these other beings
Maybe I'm not like
These other beings
I cannot
Describe what I'm feeling
Or even what I'm seeing
All I know is
I'm bouncing from the ceiling
Hope I don't get gunned down
Will I ever comedown?
G.Rob
Uh huh yeah
Let's get it like this
Tryna stack this bread
Like the motherf*cking bakery
Imma be right here
There ain't no shaking me
As real as it gets
There ain't no fake in me
Third eye open
You cannot awaken me
Motherf*ck the pigs
But I'll be where the bacon be
You got absolutely nothing
To say to me
See you in hell yeah
That's where Satan be
I ain't too sure if this life is made for me
I also don't know
Why these demons be chasing me
I see you looking
What the f*ck do you make of me?
What the f*ck do you make of me?
I'm seeing so clear
That before, I was so blind
Oh my
I got a story
And it's time that I told mine
They used to ignore me
Now I choose from the gold mine
She a pretty lady
You know she so fine
All my life
I've been scared of my own mind
Not afraid of what I see
I'm scared of what I don't find
Yeah, I'm scared of what I don't find
Bitch, better
Know your worth
If you don't
You end up in a hearse
Bitch, better
Know your worth
I don't know
What is worse
Living without you
Living with a curse
I been about you
I'm down since birth
Yeah I gotta be around you
We down to Earth
But we chilling on Mars
You know that you
In my heart
Mine is in yo palms
Please Babe, don't tear it apart
Everyday I'm smoking
3AM listening to Frank Ocean
The World is at my feet
And I'm hoping
Come f*ck with me
Can you feel the motion?
Yeah
Come f*ck with me
Can you feel the motion?
Pray that tomorrow
I'm breathing
It's clear that
I'm fighting my demons
Maybe not like these other beings
Maybe I'm not like
These other beings
I cannot
Describe what I'm feeling
Or even what I'm seeing
All I know is
I'm bouncing from the ceiling
Hope I don't get gunned down
Will I ever comedown?
Writer: George Roberts
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