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Jay Samuelz
Jay Samuelz
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Jay Samuelz
Jay Samuelz
Songwriter
Malte Kuhn
Malte Kuhn
Composer
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Malte Kuhn
Malte Kuhn
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Supermarket money, but that market money's not as super Life's fucking twisted like Kamasutra, but not a loser That's what I told myself, but I keep it stealth As I was searching job offers on my mom's computer I felt ashamed of making wrong maneuvers What would you tell her if you loved her but you Couldn't effort the Uber to rendezvous her? Damn Try to carve my future with a dull knife From high-spirited to low life (low life) From high diligence to Snow White Ignorance with that poisoned apple Now the boy is baffled by his own hype No, I made the decision to be a rapper back in '09 My German mama like, "Oh nein!" My German mama told I could be anything that I wanted to (hey) So why'd I gotta choose to be an artist? I didn't I fought it, I figited, thought I could win it But lost to my vision, uh Even Sabrina thought it oughta be different So, what you mean I got a lottery ticket with winning digits? Leavin' nine-to-fives to being free Now I'm alive in 3D, rather while trying to be me Now I got what I wanted, but still I bleed, like (Yeah, now I got what I wanted, but still I bleed like) Still, it seems right (okay) Way too many issues on my mind (way too many issues) Haters try to diss you all the time (haters try to diss you) They told him he wasn't invited, but he doesn't mind (yeah, yeah, yeah) All of this is part of the grind, part of the grind (yeah) Way too many issues on my mind (on my mind) Haters try to diss you all the time (all the time) They told him he wasn't invited, but he doesn't mind (yeah) All of this is part of the grind, part of the grind Now I got bitches feenin' for cash But avoid the Golden Retrievers I say it's 'cause of my girl, but I barely visit her either Thought I want all these women, ignore the slides of my DM Thought I want recognition, but I'll go outside on the weekends Now, is it pretend? Have I kept the lie myself? When I put in so much effort that I jeopardize my health When I bailed on family and sacrificed life days 'Cause I wanted flashin' lights like Ye She was like "night, babe," text to my phone I overheard it when I put the shit on light vibrate Man, I'm workin' to the bone But if I keep at it, can I count on reaching 40? I'm like five times eight I'm like five times eight, you think it's prime time fake But Pootie's whip'll match his belt buckle, Sa Da Tay And Sus' chick'll match his self struggles à la Seyfried Same team, ain't leavin' 'til side lines play So talk your shit and just assume I Can't rap and this dude ain't half black Half my life without my dad, don't that prove I'm half black? You new to that fact? That's 'cause you don't know shit about me Funny how they knew the life I've lived without me Now my uncle's regret is havin' just humble endeavours Saturday brunchin' with leather sandals in comfortable sweaters Settled for Lunchables cheddar, but I wanted cheese on a plate, so They tried to leave us starvin', we ate though, ayy Way too many issues on my mind (way too many issues on my mind) Haters try to diss you all the time (haters try to diss you) They told him he wasn't invited, but he doesn't mind (yeah, yeah, yeah) All of this is part of the grind, part of the grind (yeah) Way too many issues on my mind (on my mind) Haters try to diss you all the time (all the time) They told him he wasn't invited, but he doesn't mind (he doesn't mind) All of this is part of the grind, part of the grind (yeah) Part of the grind (ayy), part of the grind (Part of the grind) Part of the grind, part of the grind Part of the grind, part of the grind
Writer(s): Malte Kuhn, Jay Samuelz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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