Nine o'clock and i'm trying to unlock ideas before twelve.
Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself
Frowned tears, downed beers, use my pen for ideas,
Trying to get back to this thing called love
These i ideas that i speak in my own songs
It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss
Rapping reall shit and you still think i'm stealing
It sorta becomes a cycle like hoes bleeding
Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin
I'm talkin ideas , motivation
Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble
Ideas sexual but the rules not flexible,
Im removing the rules and stealing your face
Move like i’m walking with an open case
Confessing my stealing convenience
They bringing me fish and chips
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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