Oh they twist my words in quotations Like I need any more motivation I had no class, no money, no lady Ex-pizza boy now I'm throwin' dough crazy Crazy, no words can explain The lack of ****s I give These rappers need to suck my **** As dry as the Sahara is I got bars like Xanax, dealers All my friends are pharmacists Caterpillars in my hypothalamus they burrowing You talk but, don't listen I'm going through, some weird ****t You move to, the rhythm Of the city, that we live in Woah I told you I ain't no saint But you wouldn't listen though You wouldn't hear me no You must be out your coconut Going through my phone and stuff Young, drunk Australian I'm going Russell Crowe on ya You say I'm a chauvinist I say Well, whose show is this You know where the door is at Or do I need to show you it I became a monster somewhere I'm retracing my steps Studio, back home, her bedroom, studio Well I'm just changing I guess Cops used to stop me and say I need your name and address I would say 'Usain Bolt' Then I gave it the legs I don't get no happiness from their failures I really wish them the best in this game yeah I got all my own stress and these payslips I don't get any rest I'm awake all the time In my room pacing like Indiana I need Rihanna Or somebody really similar I've been off the drugs a while I'm thinking clearer I think I'm worse when I'm sober baby Text my dealer I told you I ain't no saint But you wouldn't listen though You wouldn't hear me no Now I'm dead end, dead end I told you I ain't no saint But you wouldn't listen though You wouldn't hear me no The city gets us all down sometimes But if you're having fun Yeah You're having fun If you're having fun You're not wasting time You're not crazy, get crazy It's a crazy life You're like my lady But you're not ladylike Smoking haze until we get McGrady eye Yeah we overtaking, Talladega Nights Swerving through lanes on the way to mine I don't give a **** what you talking bout Angel of death in a boarded up town You talk but, don't listen I'm going through, some weird ****t You move to, the rhythm Of the city, that we live in I told you I ain't no saint But you wouldn't listen though You wouldn't hear me no Now I'm dead end, dead end I told you I ain't no saint But you wouldn't listen though You wouldn't hear me no Girls crazy
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