[verse 1] If I was being honest I'd say long as I could fuck three times a day And not skip a meal I'm good I used to work on my feet For 7 dollars a hour Call my momma like momma I ain't making minimum wage momma I'm on momma I'm on Now I'm making 400, 600, 800k momma To stand on my feet momma Play these songs, it's therapy momma They paying me momma I should be paying them I should be paying y'all honest to god I'm just a guy I'm not a god Sometimes I feel like I'm a god But I'm not a god If I was I don't know Which heaven would have me momma Let me run this bitch I'ma run it into the ground momma The whole galaxy God damn, fuck these lames They don't want none Fuck these lames, they don't want none Fuck these niggas Fuck these niggas, they don't want none Fuck these niggas Fuck you niggas Fuck me if I hated on you
[verse 2] I'ma stick around I'm gon' let my nuts hang Nigga you got some just like me don't you? Or maybe not just like me You know I'm africano americano And even if you're half japanese Roots run deep Family tree, throw a big shadow, tech company Please gimme immortality I'm going rapidly Fading drastically Or pulled the zip down Wet your lips first Lick the tip now Smoke some'n Jamming to the rhythm it's a face to face Keep me high castrati Poonani fade the stress Bugatti left some stretch marks On that freeway They tryna find 2pac Don't let 'em find 2pac He evade the press He escape the stress La da da da da La da da da da La da da da da [verse 3] I'll keep quiet And let you run your phone bill up I know you love to talk I ain't on your schedule I ain't on no schedule I ain't had me a job since 2009 I ain't on no sales floor You say I'm changing on you I feel like selena They wanna murder a nigga Murder me like selena You must ain't get the memo I don't cut bitches no more But your bitch my exception Come get her outta my four door I only got one four door Remember when I had that lexus no Our friendship don't go back that far Tyler slept on my sofa yeah Niggas go back that far I ain't smoked all year This the last song so I'm finna wipe that off Tolerance is so low Still smoke a whole 'gar Menage on my birthday Tap out on the first stroke Cause this ain't no work day She don't give head anyway 'cause what niggas say That's what she tell her man What a difference distance makes Niggas want fight in the streets now Shit starting to make my head hurt Jay hit me on the email Said I oughta act my net worth Dog this is chess now Not fetch I ain't runnin for a nigga Ain't ran since track meet That's the only time I ran from a nigga You could change this track now Could've changed this bitch a long time ago Know and know Know and know Shout out to hollygrove I'm from that 7th though Twins know and lance Clark know and matt know Shit went 180 on me Please run that back though Tucks til 24
[skit] You say some shit about me? On god he grabbed me Had this nigga like
[silent interlude]
[outro interview] Interviewer: make sure you speak up
Frank: okay
Interviewer: what's your name?
Frank: frank
Interviewer: yo, aye be quiet What's your name? what do you do? What's your first memory?
Frank: the first word I learned to say Or that I ever said
Interviewer What's the most amazing thing You've ever witnessed? You're gonna do amazing out here Control the world, control the world
Frank: hahaha Interviewer: hahaha, alright What three superpowers do you wish you had? They say they have to be
Frank: flying, super strength
Interviewer: alright, what's your name?
Frank: I wish I could sleep Without being dead But sleep forever at the same time
Interviewer: yo what's your Stop, stop, stop
Frank: being... very very tall
Interviewer: that's fucked up Start over right now Best thing about being me Is that I keep a pretty clear mind Most of the time
Sage elsesser: being great
Frank: I... a lot, probably too much
Interviewer: talents, got any secret talents?
Frank: I don't think so I'm pretty open in everything I do
Sage elsesser: talents? I can play the theremin Tyler... nah actually fuck him I don't know, probably [?] Cause he doesn't have to do anything at all Sits inside his house
Interviewer: what's your name?
Sage elsesser: sage elsesser
Interviewer: what do you do?
Sage elsesser: I play soccer and go to school I wanna be better at skating
Interviewer: alright that's it
Sage elsesser: ever Ever thought about trying
How far is a light year? How far is a light year?
Compositores: Andrew Gill (Gang Of Four), Christopher Breaux (BMI), Christopher David Allen (PRS), Hugo Hamilton Mark Burnham, Michael King Jonathan (PRS)Editores: BMG Rights Administration Us LLC (ASCAP), BMG Rights Management (PRS), F R e S H Produce Music (BMI), Wb Music CorpAdministração: Bourgoise-music Co (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #15623845 em 12/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM