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Yeah yeah You see, come on, don't lie to yourself like you could do this You drink Smart Water, I drink smarter water Your doors don't do that Your girl don't do that You'd be lying if you said they did Come on man, it's all imported, all of it All of it Found a wave, surfs up Now Surf 'n Turf got served up My VS, they swerved up I see skrrts, I skrrts'd up My quarter-to-five on the five Animals style on the fries Keeping my eyes on the prize Only the strongest survive Only the richest decide Yeah, what's the golden rule? Cuban links, I never ever stop Uh, and if you think life hard You've probably never seen a hard top Now you asking what this coup worth Now you asking where my roof went Chi-town meet line up But couldn't see through the black tints SongtexteOh no I don't have too many friends I'd rather stick with the fam I don't care if you are famous I'm married to my best friend They don't like me though Why do I need them to like me though? I'm finally happy with who I'm becoming It's well with my soul I know, I know what I don't know Yeah yeah I see the truth in the lies I see behind the disguise I think they live for the likes But they ain't got nothing in sight What do you want from a life? I will not put up a fight Whatever you need, I got you Just give a time and a place When you see me just know I'm still the man with a smile on my face Hands in the air I shouldn't be here This is all grace How did this happen to me? How did this happen to me? How did this happen to me? I recorded this on a computer that uses Windows '98 Hey make sure you wear pants in the feature I wake every day and I open my phone to see how many likes I got on my Rick Owens My friends, they don't know I've been sleeping on couch to the floor to the couch to the floor Hop in my Dodge put gas to the floor Just to skirt off from reality Misfit, the family People think I care about comments and likes And TBH man I think they might be right Yeah, I got some problems, yeah, yeah My momma think that I lost it, yeah All of my exes Hispanic, yeah Now I think I should go sauce it, yeah I just wanna make all of the hits, yeah And Barry Bonds with the hits, yeah God got my back like a bullet-proof vest I gone be the best, yeah the best Yeah, nothing less, yeah I don't have too many friends I'd rather stick with the fam I don't care if you are famous I'm married to my best friend They don't like me though Why do I need them to like me though? I'm finally happy with who I'm becoming It's well with my soul I know, I know what I don't know Yeah I see the truth in the lies I see behind the disguise I think they live for the likes But they ain't got nothing in sight What do you want from my life? I will not put up a fight Aus Songtexte Mania