Come on in
He's a Producer?
Come on in
Broken hearted, now I'm getting back to how started
Back when I was running round all these apartments
Telling niggas light up I was at my darkest
Running from this money how I go the farthest
Demons in my call list, I can't even call it I been close to falling
On my James Harden stepping back from balling
Lately I been tripping guess I'm back to crawling
Women of my dreams gave me insomnia
How the f*ck you leave a king for a commoner
Pain passing over me like it's Hanukkah
You was a star I was just an astronomer
F*ck
F*ck one time double it triple it, pray all my brothers financially literate,
Life is a bitch and I miss being intimate
Trying to find a life outside of the internet
Walk around feeling dead while I'm killing it
High as f*ck don't even know where the ceiling went
Day ones same ones that I'm chilling with
The hand I was dealt had to deal with it, the shame from my loses I'm feeling it
The light in my soul need a filament, I pray that my blessings are infinite
I push you away I ain't innocent, got distracted by chasing these stimulants
I'm still blaming my cognitive dissonance, for my role in our current predicament
I'm alone again shit no coincidence, guess the changes are too late to implement
Cause you moving away like a immigrant, hope you happy I can't share the sentiment
He's a Producer?
"Boss let's get outta here"
"No sir, I'm waiting for a lady"
"Please boss let's go, ain't nothing but trouble for you here"
"She's coming back I know she's coming back"
"We'll take the car and drive all night, we'll get drunk, we'll go fishing and stay away until she's"
"Captain go home will you!"
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Come on in
He's a Producer?
Come on in
Broken hearted, now I'm getting back to how started
Back when I was running round all these apartments
Telling niggas light up I was at my darkest
Running from this money how I go the farthest
Demons in my call list, I can't even call it I been close to falling
On my James Harden stepping back from balling
Lately I been tripping guess I'm back to crawling
Women of my dreams gave me insomnia
How the f*ck you leave a king for a commoner
Pain passing over me like it's Hanukkah
You was a star I was just an astronomer
F*ck
F*ck one time double it triple it, pray all my brothers financially literate,
Life is a bitch and I miss being intimate
Trying to find a life outside of the internet
Walk around feeling dead while I'm killing it
High as f*ck don't even know where the ceiling went
Day ones same ones that I'm chilling with
The hand I was dealt had to deal with it, the shame from my loses I'm feeling it
The light in my soul need a filament, I pray that my blessings are infinite
I push you away I ain't innocent, got distracted by chasing these stimulants
I'm still blaming my cognitive dissonance, for my role in our current predicament
I'm alone again shit no coincidence, guess the changes are too late to implement
Cause you moving away like a immigrant, hope you happy I can't share the sentiment
He's a Producer?
"Boss let's get outta here"
"No sir, I'm waiting for a lady"
"Please boss let's go, ain't nothing but trouble for you here"
"She's coming back I know she's coming back"
"We'll take the car and drive all night, we'll get drunk, we'll go fishing and stay away until she's"
"Captain go home will you!"
He's a Producer?
Come on in
Broken hearted, now I'm getting back to how started
Back when I was running round all these apartments
Telling niggas light up I was at my darkest
Running from this money how I go the farthest
Demons in my call list, I can't even call it I been close to falling
On my James Harden stepping back from balling
Lately I been tripping guess I'm back to crawling
Women of my dreams gave me insomnia
How the f*ck you leave a king for a commoner
Pain passing over me like it's Hanukkah
You was a star I was just an astronomer
F*ck
F*ck one time double it triple it, pray all my brothers financially literate,
Life is a bitch and I miss being intimate
Trying to find a life outside of the internet
Walk around feeling dead while I'm killing it
High as f*ck don't even know where the ceiling went
Day ones same ones that I'm chilling with
The hand I was dealt had to deal with it, the shame from my loses I'm feeling it
The light in my soul need a filament, I pray that my blessings are infinite
I push you away I ain't innocent, got distracted by chasing these stimulants
I'm still blaming my cognitive dissonance, for my role in our current predicament
I'm alone again shit no coincidence, guess the changes are too late to implement
Cause you moving away like a immigrant, hope you happy I can't share the sentiment
He's a Producer?
"Boss let's get outta here"
"No sir, I'm waiting for a lady"
"Please boss let's go, ain't nothing but trouble for you here"
"She's coming back I know she's coming back"
"We'll take the car and drive all night, we'll get drunk, we'll go fishing and stay away until she's"
"Captain go home will you!"
Writer: William Comer
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid