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Perhaps on your way home, someone will pa** you in the dark and you will never know it, for they will be from outer space

Not even rocking the Prada Louis, this the call of duty
I've been breaking it down and making movies, bring an Oscar to me
In a plane right now flying to another city, 2020 is a good year
Never getting tired on the way to milli, everybody better look here
Damaging, raising this hell
I'm feeling like Pablo and Disney because my name is a brand in itself
I'm a desperado who is busy as f**k so well
Never realistic but I always keep it real
No Netflix coz I got no chill
I just wanna smash a guitar on a cop car
Till I meet Cobain, I'm a rockstar

No time no time
No time no time
I got no time no time
I got no time no time

Yeah, Iverson moments up top
By the time that I'd be 23, I would be Michael Jordan with the shots
My rings just boutta be legendary, never drop
Pulling up in a G Wagon with my middle finger is the way that I'm gonna be saying peace
I'm not even competing with anybody or anything so shut the f**k up you're not even in the same league
White Adidas on my feet
Black Vans in my spot
You cannot walk in my shoes
Even if you pull up your socks
Any show is a showdown when I show up
So driven, you would think I had a chauffeur
F**k sleep I dont even wanna blink now
Coz I gotta do too many things now
I got
No time no time
No time no time
I got no time no time
I got no time no time

Yeah
No time no time
No time no time
Yeah

9th March '97, a legend was lost
9th March '98, a legend was born
I'm a 90s baby with a soul from the 60s
I listen to The Beatles, Princes, Jimmis
I ain't gotta lotta friends but I got a lotta verses
I ain't got a social life coz I keep on working
Sacrificing my family time
Follow me through the pain as I try to happily rhyme
I got a dream, I had a dream with this music
It is such a big world but I could never fit into it
The one kid in the cla** on the back bench
Scribbling songs on the last page
I keep on doubting myself when I'm overthinking that
So every second day I end up with another migraine attack
I never tell anybody coz that is my problem
I know I can't solve it, so I just write about it
I hope I'm right about it, those are my f**king thoughts
I'm boutta graduate, I dont need a f**king job
My mom and dad are worried, I can see it in their minds
But I dont wanna exist, I wanna live my life
Reminiscing all the times that my grandma was alive
Flashbacks of the times that I tried suicide
I'm talking to my demons I can never sleep at night
I'm writing this at 3:25 in the morning
I guess I need to take a break
So I look at the stars coz I know they can relate
Sometimes I'm feeling like my mental freedom is something I gave away
Not even knowing when its night when its day
Damn. F**k. Its like I can't even remember the last time that I was peaceful you know
I just keep getting lost, if that makes any sense but, I dont know how to tell you

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