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Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
HAGEN BROTHERS
HAGEN BROTHERS
Composer
Brion Whyte
Brion Whyte
Lyrics

Lirik

Laughing at the way you folks unionize
Passin’ on a girl with Gabby Union eyes
We ain’t in a timeline where I could think about life with you & I
I criticize with no means to scrutinize
Who am I?
Not the guy they all assume
When I’m at work
I want to be in my room
If life was that easy
I wouldn’t be in this bitch on a weekly basis
Man, inflation’s a bitch
So, I need money
I don’t even want it
Every time I’m getting it
Watching it go ghost
Every time I’m splitting it
Watch the main gang toast
Every time I’m witnessing all the problems they tote
I would probably boast homie
I’m unlike most homies
I don’t like hoes, homie
What I like
Is watching the raindrops hit hard on my window
No thoughts, I’m existing in limbo
I had a talk with two friends & came to a conclusion
That overthinking just might ignite our egos
Fuck it, what do we know
More than old ass **** like Ebro
Funny that we saying that
With the fact that we grown
I could see who he is from the seeds that was sewn
When he was just a jit
When we was just kids on that Adams Morgan playground
Mama say when lights turn off, we can’t play ‘round
She was feeling iffy off his vibes, he can’t stay ‘round
I was not the same when I had to leave my sister house
I was thrown off into a fucked up system
How
Choices that I made
But fuck it, baby
I can not cave
(Yea, yea, cave)
Now I’m duckin’ off to the Nether
In a cage, locked down
Light like a feather, flock down
Fightin’ like Mayweather
Walked out, not one touch on my body
Mob boss to my ****, John Gotti
It be hard trying to let others give
I got it…
I don’t want to let my people
Feel what I felt
I was down in the gutter tryna get it out myself
I was talking to the devil
‘Bout the cards he was dealt
Oh well
(Yeah, uh)
Ima learn from the worst to be better
‘Cause the best ain’t impressed with the negative shit
The ones tryna be great, never level with shit
I ain’t settlin’ shit
Mystery they can’t catch
Who you meddlin’ with
They never knew, they never know
They never go
Beneath the surface
The worst is
The one that can’t stop, uh, flirtin’
With the thought of individualism
Being his ritualism
Forgive him, he ain’t know better
Now his soul better
They was gon’ let him
Drown, drown, drown, drown, drown
Drown, drown, drown, drown, drown
Drown, drown, drown, drown
Written by: Brion Whyte, HAGEN BROTHERS
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