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(Andyr) Please tell Lil Poppa to stop, like Tell him to stop being M.I.A, come be a rapper Like, us in the streets need you, brodie Angels should be dancing ballet to your music, what are you doing? Like, I need a concert I need something, you need to be with a orchestra rapping (Ooh, Tash) You hear me? Just stop going M.I.A broski, like, come on now (I'm tryin') How you just drop an album and delete your Instagram? (Shit aight though) You know, I'm tryna figure it out too Just bare with me, shorty I'll put my life on the line Then I'll turn around and put that same life in my rhymes I tried controllin' my emotions, can't put my pride to the side Certain ones I preached forever with ended up not survivin’ And those were my savages I never had what he had again Let me switch the topic before I'm sad again Fuck, I done made my fans mad again Fuck 'round and disappear a hundred times this year I know it might seem strange But I can't handle no fame I see more money, more problems, more pain SongtexteThought I made it out, but it's the same old thing Losin' everyone close to you, don't even fuck with you Look around, see who stuck with you And realize ain't no love in it I wish it all could be so simple Physically, emotionally, it all fuck with my mental Can't let 'em 'round too close, I built a wall around my temple Can't let 'em near me no more They can't hear me They ain't tryna hear me Doctor tryin' the best she can, I hope these drugs don't take me first Tryna get her to understand, but I can't seem to make it work No, it ain't easy, not sayin' it's hard neither When you been loved scarred, I guess that leads you to scar people Because she don't have a heart and I don't have a heart neither Can't blame you for havin' your guard up Ain't never had shit but tough luck and hard love There he go again, the amazin' Mr. Fuck-Up Here they go with they opinions, please shut the fuck up I'm almost at the finish, I'm tryin' not to give it up But I can't handle no fame I see more money, more problems, more pain Thought I made it out, but it's the same old thing Losin' everyone close to you, don't even fuck with you Look around, see who stuck with you And realize ain't no love in it I wish it all could be so simple Physically, emotionally, it all fuck with my mental Can't let 'em 'round too close, I built a wall around my temple Can't let 'em near me no more They can't hear me They ain't tryna hear me Aus Songtexte Mania