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Yep, yep, yep, yuh, yep, yep
 I don't got a reason to lie
 They gave me the key to the sky
 But I'd rather open my eyes
 'Cause that's what'll keep me alive
 Somethin' that's easin' my mind (Mind)
 Please do not fuck up my day (No)
 Everybody want a headline
 I don't got nothin' to say
 'Cept I'm comin' back with the freshness
 You know I love makin' an entrance
 Now, now, don't get defensive
 Time is a matter of seconds (One, two, yeah)
 Off to see the wizard, lead the picture
 Me and liquor, evil mixture, demons clitter
 Clean the whiskers, he be Mr. Fisherman
 Back on my shit again, doin' my own dance
 Feel the rhythm that's no hands
 I tell ya vision like programs
 Busy livin' on triple digits, young old man
 Y'all dead wrong, I'm upper with the echelon
 So butter when the bread long
 I'm going strong 'til my head gone, 'til my head gone
 Yeah, floatin' back up on the scene I'm sayin' hello (Hello!)
 Do my thing, I'm pullin' strings like Tom Morello
 I keep it movin', you'll be doin way too much
 I ain't tellin' time just to tell you when it's up (Yep)
 Yeah, I'm only keepin' good company
 I am not talkin' to you
 If you don't have love for me (Yeah)
 Yeah, one for you and one for me (Yeah, yeah)
 I am not talkin' to you
 If you don't have love for me
 Yeah, I mean wow, do not touch that dial
 I've waited a while
 Been around, just like word of mouth
 You gon' hear me out, and I
 And I, and I, and I put that on my house
 I'm always goin' overboard
 I better swim before I drown (Drown)
 I'm like rubber with the bounce, hundred be the count
 Drummin' loud, as thunder with the sounds, yeah
 (Bang, bang, bang, bang)
 I was young, I'd fuck around, every summer wild
 Always had it jumpin' at the house
 Yeah, clappin' for y'all (Y'all), I'm into havin' it all (All)
 Feelin' like Shaq with the call (Call)
 Stature is tall (Tall), rollin' around with the homies
 A battery pack on my dawgs (Yeah)
 Fuck with my thoughts (Yeah)
 Havin' enough ain't a lot (Lot)
 Puttin' a check in the box
 Straight to the top (Top), it don't matter
 Never mind the pattern
 When you're takin' your shot, woo!
 Yeah, enough with the bullshit
 Enough with the bullshit
 Enough with the extras, fuck all my money
 I swear I been through it (Swear I been through it)
 Fuck all the losin' (Yeah), that's just an illusion
 Gotta keep them comin' back
 For more to keep it movin' (Yeah, yeah)
 Yeah, I'm only keepin' good company
 I am not talkin' to you
 If you don't have love for me, yeah (Mmm, mmm)
 One for you and one for me
 I am not talkin' to you
 If you don't have love for me (Love for me)
 Follow me, I know the way (Follow me, I know the)
 (Who do we appreciate?)
 Yeah, you know you better stand
 Goddamn, put your hands together
 Everybody got money, get the bands together (Uh-huh)
 Movin' like you can't stand the weather
 But it ain't gon' rain always
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 

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Duration
03:10
Key
10
Tempo
135 BPM

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