In The End It's Not Up To Me

(album: So There We Stood - 2015)

Somewhere between the graveyard and the forest, I'm somewhere just smoking
The temperature drop but for me It's still hot, cause I'm from where its snowin
Weatherman reporting "woods get stale, so remember to close 'em"
Don't fuck with my motion, catch me a case and then close it like Conan
6 in the morning, Don't do no yawning, creep while you sleep, thought you said that you want it
Feast when I eat, while you pouring up porridge, rather be me then be what you supposed to
That mean you'll never be nothing but fake, so watch how I do it and say that you hate
Then copy paste and say we can relate, to not be original that ain't a lane
But somehow they living like that everyday, way to content with just looking the same
Same fucking views, same fucking brain
Fuck is a label somebody please tell me, if there's a contract, they know not to involve me
I roll all the nickels, I make all my money, so how the fuck you supposed to tempt me with hundreds
What is a thousand, what is a million, to someone that knows the price has risen
SESH is who with me, moving to quickly, no future prices, this shit changing weekly
Death is so easy, life is so random, now he just do it, and money they hand him
Some get a check and go live in the Hamptons, me I buy fruit, dope, and diamonds in cash

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