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Abhi The Nomad

Piece Of Cake

 

Piece Of Cake


(I'm telling you give me that smooth shit)

Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Aight

Look what we have here
Brownie done did it
Murdered the contest
Nobody listen
Still got no handouts
Don't need no plan
Record that shit mix it
Then filling my bank out (bang)

That's what I live for, I've been nice
I let them pass when they lane switch
Cuz' at around half past five
We gon' be stuck in the same shit

Everybody's on me
We feel the same (same)
You don't gotta be salty
When things start to shake, uh uh
Everybody's hopeless
Well I feel the same (same)
You don't gotta awful
It's no piece of cake
I know, yeah

Na-Na-Na-Na-Na
Na-Na-Na-Na-Na
Na-Na-Na-Na-Na
Na-Na
Na-Na

Na-Na-Na-Na-Na
Na-Na-Na-Na-Na
Na-Na-Na-Na-Na
Na-Na
Na-Na

I'm exhausted by your light
All the lies 'bout the pain you feel
All you do's complain
That no one's paying
For all the shit you sell

But you whole heart's not in it
You expect people to just pay for tickets
To your show like a state fair, ain't fair
For you to get by and live that penthouse life
My current state of affairs include:
Eating little, sleeping less
And im wondering
I make these little itty bitty checks
How much is rent again? (Oo)

While you were bitching 'bout breakfast
Your coffee got cold
I was up with the sun
Making music for my soul
Music for my soul (Oh)

My soul (Oh)
My soul (Oh)

But people do not understand
That this music feeds my soul
They ask me why
They ask me why (Tell me why)
All my friends at school
They ask me what I've been up to ("The fuck you 'been up to")
And I'm like (Yeah)

"Well, I' been sitting on the couch
Learning how to bar chord
And wrap my fingers 'round till they bleed
But I need metal strings up in my DNA
Graduating school was never in my resume
Not today (No)
But I'll write a couple songs before I see tomorrow
And most of you don't know that
There's a method to this madness
I'm just glad that this happened
And I get to spend my day just singing, rapping!"

Everybody's on me
We feel the same (Yeah) (Everybody's on me, ee)
You don't gotta be salty
When things start to shake, uh uh
Everybody's hopeless
Well I feel the same (I feel the same)
You don't gotta awful
It's no piece of cake
I know, yeah

Na-Na-Na-Na-Na
Na-Na-Na-Na-Na (Hey)
Na-Na-Na-Na-Na
Na-Na
Na-Na

Na-Na-Na-Na-Na (It's no piece of cake, yeah)
Na-Na-Na-Na-Na (It's no piece of cake, yeah)
Na-Na-Na-Na-Na
Na-Na
Na-Na

done

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