Donnie Darko

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Wake up
 
 Wake up
 Hey
 It's midnight
 You know what that means
 Yeah
 Can I talk my shit now (talk my shit now)
 I was playin' two hand touch, fuck it up
 It's a hit now (fuck it up, it's a hit now)
 When I hit the road, do a show
 Hit a lick, then I skip town (then I skip town)
 Run up in the spot, no dancin'
 I make 'em all get down (make 'em all get down)
 Boy you better sit down
 Yeah, ain't nothin' fancy I'm still broke (broke)
 Cross town like Yancy, I will though
 They say I'm in a spot they would kill for
 I could put them in a wheel and they still won't (nope)
 I could prolly get a deal with Coke
 If I wasn't rappin' 'bout the past, back dealin' dope
 Got the offer and it's real low
 Over one mil' and it's still low
 They all corporate, they all cute in suits
 Ye on bullshit, with all that poop to scoop
 My shit goin' up, I go root to roof
 They don't like that, they want mute the truth
 They gon' switch sides, they go group to group
 They want shoot the shit, ain't got shit to shoot
 'Til I go crazy, go and get the Baby Shark
 Then hit 'em with the du du du-du du-du-damn
 Big boy, you gotta shoot it with two hands
 Couple John Doe come through like who's mans?
 Blue ball now she blew it like two grams
 Everyone I lose abused a few Xans
 I'm right there on the edge of insanity
 Overlookin' Vegas, overthinkin' my vanity
 You been throwin' shade, I'm enjoying the canopy
 Everybody dies so I live out a fantasy, yeah
 Can I talk my shit now (talk my shit now)
 I was playin' two hand touch, fuck it up
 It's a hit now (fuck it up, it's a hit now)
 When I hit the road, do a show
 Hit a lick, then I skip town (then I skip town)
 Run up in the spot, no dancin'
 I make 'em all get down (make 'em all get down)
 Boy you need to sit the fuck down, yeah
 I don't even talk my shit now
 Unless I got a reason (now I got a reason)
 Everybody watchin' like Netflix got a new season (watch, watch)
 I'ma get rich, hit the dealership, get the new Benzo
 Bottom line, 3:16 like Stone Cold said so
 They bury me alive I was dead broke (dead broke)
 I've been livin' in a no flex zone (flex zone)
 'Bout to make a move it's in escrow (escrow)
 Cookin' in the kitchen, my sauce like magic
 My pesto like presto (like presto)
 Off a little bean, that espresso (that espresso)
 Little bit of lean like I'm gettin' over chest cold
 Got no chain, know I can't chill
 8 Ball got me feelin' like eight mil'
 Can't stay still, can't feel off a pain kill
 Got the lil' orange pill, not the DayQuil
 They fake with it, they ain't real
 They talk about bricks but they can't build
 I'm Frank with it, I'm Jake Gyl'
 I only sold gas, I'm Hank Hill
 Tank filled with the propane
 It's like a 10K grill, it's a throwaway (throwaway)
 They never ask if I'm okay, I'm never okay (okay)
 Everybody wanna cut, it's a dry vocal (dry)
 I'm anti-love, antisocial
 I'm bipolar, I'm bi-coastal
 I might buy one and go postal (bye, bye)
 Can I talk my shit now (talk my shit now)
 I was playin' two hand touch, fuck it up
 It's a hit now (fuck it up it's a hit now)
 When I hit the road, do a show
 Hit a lick, then I skip town (then I skip town)
 Run up in the spot, no dancin'
 I make 'em all get down (make 'em all get down)
 Boy you better sit the fuck down
 ♪
 Why are you wearing that stupid man suit?
 

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Duration
03:48
Key
8
Tempo
100 BPM

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