Turn me up in the headphones
When I say my prayers where do they go
It's crazy how I'm feeling lonely when I'm not alone
I think I've been away from home
For way too long tell my mom I'm on the road
Yeah I'm sorry yeah
But this no apology yeah
Your son different he a prophet
But it's hard to justify when you see no profit
So I got it
Now I'm wylin'
Now I'm back in my bag how I said
Back in the No Love EP
Now I'm back in my bag like I was
Back in two zero sixteen
Now I'm bad guy
These niggas they done turned me into a monster
Gotta get my bands up hands up
Yeah yeah yeah let's f*ck up some commas yeah
Yeah woah
Tired of being broke
This shit is a joke
Lot of frustration
This shit moving slow
Gotta be patient
My nigga I know
But how patient I could be
When bills at the door
And they hyping me up like you the greatest
Most of the people don't know my name
Trapped in the house man I feel insane
I can't do no nine to five I'm not a slave
Man I'm tryna ball like Walter Payton
Me and basic yeah we non adjacent
Now I'm the topic of conversation
They be like yo do you think he's gonna make it
He's not hood or from the projects
Yeah but my story still amazing
I'll talk about how my momma she raised me
Immigrant mom like she came to this nation
By her self no one else four kids in a room
And she never complaining
Saved up her money
We switching location
Out the hood
And now we moving to Salem
Surrounded by these white people man
Yeah I felt out of place
But I didn't let it get to me
Shaped my identity
Now I see differently
Picked up a ball and I dribbled and shot
Like I'm 23
But coach didn't f*ck with me
So f*ck it I'm better with hooks anyways
Like my name Kareem
I picked up the pen and the paper
I wrote my first rap and I played like sega
For Jeff
And Jason they told me you great
Now I'm back on my shit
Now let's show em that the king is back
When I say my prayers where do they go
It's crazy how I'm feeling lonely when I'm not alone
I think I've been away from home
For way too long tell my mom I'm on the road
Yeah I'm sorry
(Yeah I'm sorry, Yeah I'm sorry)
But this no apology
(This no apology)
Your son different he a prophet
(He a prophet mama)
But it's hard to justify when you see no profit
So I got it
Now I'm wylin'
Jason the Prince - No Apology Lyrics
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Turn me up in the headphones
When I say my prayers where do they go
It's crazy how I'm feeling lonely when I'm not alone
I think I've been away from home
For way too long tell my mom I'm on the road
Yeah I'm sorry yeah
But this no apology yeah
Your son different he a prophet
But it's hard to justify when you see no profit
So I got it
Now I'm wylin'
Now I'm back in my bag how I said
Back in the No Love EP
Now I'm back in my bag like I was
Back in two zero sixteen
Now I'm bad guy
These niggas they done turned me into a monster
Gotta get my bands up hands up
Yeah yeah yeah let's f*ck up some commas yeah
Yeah woah
Tired of being broke
This shit is a joke
Lot of frustration
This shit moving slow
Gotta be patient
My nigga I know
But how patient I could be
When bills at the door
And they hyping me up like you the greatest
Most of the people don't know my name
Trapped in the house man I feel insane
I can't do no nine to five I'm not a slave
Man I'm tryna ball like Walter Payton
Me and basic yeah we non adjacent
Now I'm the topic of conversation
They be like yo do you think he's gonna make it
He's not hood or from the projects
Yeah but my story still amazing
I'll talk about how my momma she raised me
Immigrant mom like she came to this nation
By her self no one else four kids in a room
And she never complaining
Saved up her money
We switching location
Out the hood
And now we moving to Salem
Surrounded by these white people man
Yeah I felt out of place
But I didn't let it get to me
Shaped my identity
Now I see differently
Picked up a ball and I dribbled and shot
Like I'm 23
But coach didn't f*ck with me
So f*ck it I'm better with hooks anyways
Like my name Kareem
I picked up the pen and the paper
I wrote my first rap and I played like sega
For Jeff
And Jason they told me you great
Now I'm back on my shit
Now let's show em that the king is back
When I say my prayers where do they go
It's crazy how I'm feeling lonely when I'm not alone
I think I've been away from home
For way too long tell my mom I'm on the road
Yeah I'm sorry
(Yeah I'm sorry, Yeah I'm sorry)
But this no apology
(This no apology)
Your son different he a prophet
(He a prophet mama)
But it's hard to justify when you see no profit
So I got it
Now I'm wylin'
When I say my prayers where do they go
It's crazy how I'm feeling lonely when I'm not alone
I think I've been away from home
For way too long tell my mom I'm on the road
Yeah I'm sorry yeah
But this no apology yeah
Your son different he a prophet
But it's hard to justify when you see no profit
So I got it
Now I'm wylin'
Now I'm back in my bag how I said
Back in the No Love EP
Now I'm back in my bag like I was
Back in two zero sixteen
Now I'm bad guy
These niggas they done turned me into a monster
Gotta get my bands up hands up
Yeah yeah yeah let's f*ck up some commas yeah
Yeah woah
Tired of being broke
This shit is a joke
Lot of frustration
This shit moving slow
Gotta be patient
My nigga I know
But how patient I could be
When bills at the door
And they hyping me up like you the greatest
Most of the people don't know my name
Trapped in the house man I feel insane
I can't do no nine to five I'm not a slave
Man I'm tryna ball like Walter Payton
Me and basic yeah we non adjacent
Now I'm the topic of conversation
They be like yo do you think he's gonna make it
He's not hood or from the projects
Yeah but my story still amazing
I'll talk about how my momma she raised me
Immigrant mom like she came to this nation
By her self no one else four kids in a room
And she never complaining
Saved up her money
We switching location
Out the hood
And now we moving to Salem
Surrounded by these white people man
Yeah I felt out of place
But I didn't let it get to me
Shaped my identity
Now I see differently
Picked up a ball and I dribbled and shot
Like I'm 23
But coach didn't f*ck with me
So f*ck it I'm better with hooks anyways
Like my name Kareem
I picked up the pen and the paper
I wrote my first rap and I played like sega
For Jeff
And Jason they told me you great
Now I'm back on my shit
Now let's show em that the king is back
When I say my prayers where do they go
It's crazy how I'm feeling lonely when I'm not alone
I think I've been away from home
For way too long tell my mom I'm on the road
Yeah I'm sorry
(Yeah I'm sorry, Yeah I'm sorry)
But this no apology
(This no apology)
Your son different he a prophet
(He a prophet mama)
But it's hard to justify when you see no profit
So I got it
Now I'm wylin'
Writer: Jason Frias
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid