Letra

Uh, hate ain't worth a dollar, and a lie ain't worth a cent, so Who you workin' for, who you represent? Hate ain't worth a dollar, and a lie ain't worth a cent, so Who you workin' for, who you represent? What if what you believe Don't agree with what you perceive? On a beach with bikinis, butt shots and lust Havin' trust is a reach like Abdul Kareem Life on your heels, a pair of Louboutins Louboutins make good fuel for things Project livin' good, main assistance Knife on your sheath won't cut through the cheese Made the blaze trails and cut through the leaves Stuck to my dream, like, fuck you beneath Missionary, it's a scary leap Prison carry many burried seeds Mother Mary, son done made a visionary Had to kick her belly, see feet Past is black and out of style 'Cause bound to style Could put fruit upon family tree, preach I keep some weed for all my visitors I keep some drank too, too They roll that leaf and slur their sentences That shit be dank too But what's the price we pay for common sense? What's the price we pay for common sense Or that grain we go against? What's the price we pay for common sense? What's the price we pay for common sense? Incoming "That's why I don't fuck with humans Swear all I need is me, some tree, and you know A little bit to sip on And I know, a small dose is a poison But I swear if I listened to people, I wouldn't have peace" These niggas sound like the feds Still there's a price on my head For playing my position Half of my heart been mislead The other half give depression But I halfway listen Do-re-mi, faithfully But lately, I hate to see The patience it be takin' me to sit still Would it kill me to follow his will Apologize, spoke too soon Arrows aimin' at an open wound Arrows aimin' at an open wound December rain in the heart of June I still got weed for all my visitors I keep some drank too, too We rolling leaf and slurring sentences That shit be dank too But what's the price we pay for common sense? What's the price we pay for common sense Or that grain we go against? What's the price we pay for common sense? What's the price we pay? "It seem like The more sane I try to be, the more insane I feel, but The more I embrace how different I am The more everything makes sense"
Writer(s): Jairus Lemuel-jada Mozee, Daniel Farris, Sir Darryl Farris, Marcus Clayton Paul Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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