Feel like Martin Luther
Crazy I was a king
Back when I was junior
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Feel like Martin Luther
Crazy I was a king
Back when I was junior
Feel like Carmelo
I need me a ring
Talk to my fellows
And that's just the thing
Need me some love
F*ck all the flings
My soul on a string
And I'm on the brink
Of a crazy breakthrough
Yes I hate you
But you say to
Too damn playful
Now you shameful
Talkin suicide
I contemplate you
Fears reside
I can't escape you
Food for thought
I got a plateful
A lot on my mind
You'll come to find out
You're running through mine
And there is no doubt
Aston Martin Music
Feel like Martin Luther
Crazy I was a king
Back when I was junior
Aston Martin Music
Feel like Martin Luther
Crazy I was a king
Back when I was junior
I send my love
Right through ya
Praise Jesus
Hallelujah
Praise Jesus
Hallelujah
Shit got weird
Like I never knew ya
Don't worry
I'll figure it out
A nigga built different
I was born in the south
I'm rappin for fun
They do it for clout
Gotta be somethin
I'm headed, en route
Came with the drip
I'm fixin yo drought
I keep to myself
Don't know what I'm bout
Why you so sad
Flip up your frown
Yeah, you're a queen
Deserving the crown
Shit, that you know
I'll be around
Even when life
Been beating me down