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Once this advance hit, take a 30 grand hit Bank account damaged, I'mma get some jewels Ain't no sense in savin', rent to be paid in But ain't no way to sense it once you end up gettin' screwed Thinkin' you the one, you gon' end up done When that Grim Reaper come, could be chillin' by the pool Ain't nowhere to run, man, the sun comin' up, and You ain't gonna be around to see it when it's full Death don't got no mercy, got you talkin' murky When you poppin' Perkies, she pop her pussy She drop her tushy, she almost hurt me Let me get this nut off before the opps could murk me Could be cops or surgery Could be disease, could be bitchin', itchin' Could be fuckin' fleas, my decision, Spanish cheese Spread it, get it back, snap, cheddar Jack, pat I'ma get 'em right back, bitch Meet me on the other side My only regret is that my mother cried And my chick too, I shit you Not, there will be another kid to take my spot Is it too early for me? Will there be a jury for me? Have you heard me Lordy? Worried you ain't heard my story Will it be late at night or in the early morning? Either way, slurpin' forties out in purgatory Songtexte Ashamed of myself, the pain that I felt My paper, my wealth, not concerned with or pertained to my health Not concerned with if I hang from a belt All these people talkin', I just stay to myself, so what's real? Watch me float around my city, gettin' wild With a stomach full of bile, as I suffer with a smile Think about it when I wake up, money all got ate up at the bar Prolly get some new tomorrow, I be paid up, straight up Floatin' down the River Styx, countin' daffodils Ignorin' all these e-mails from Complex and Mass Appeal Thinkin', "If I wasn't such a pussy, I'd have had a deal" When I die, play my failure on the blooper reel Once this advance hit, take a 30 grand hit Bank account damaged, I'mma get some jewels Ain't no sense in savin', rent to be paid in But ain't no way to sense it once you end up gettin' screwed Thinkin' you the one, you gon' end up done When that Grim Reaper come, could be chillin' by the pool Ain't nowhere to run, man, the sun comin' up, and You ain't gonna be around to see it when it's full Jackin' people for their beanstalks, stackin' my green up As I keep my head to the sky, as if I seen up See the blood, mix it with the Sprite inside of my lean cup It's a dual reality of sobriety, as I fiend up Voices, scrolling' through every option, their choices Pointless, nine millimeter might leave me voiceless Appointed to a therapist when I'm very pissed, I'm arrogant Tellin' myself that I be fine, it's the point where it's scary, yes Carried this burden, for certain, I just need a surgeon To take away all my emotions, my system is nervous You only think deep when a fuckin' shrink speaks Only time I count sheep is when a nigga six feet Six deep, ten toes, nah, that's sixty-fours Nigga, I don't play games, N64 I done been to places you ain't even been before Heaven and hell, angels and demons is my friends and foes Once this advance hit, take a 30 grand hit Bank account damaged, I'mma get some jewels Ain't no sense in savin', rent to be paid in But ain't no way to sense it once you end up gettin' screwed Thinkin' you the one, you gon' end up done When that Grim Reaper come, could be chillin' by the pool Ain't nowhere to run, man, the sun comin' up, and You ain't gonna be around to see it when it's full Aus Songtexte Mania