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(álbum: Trilliam 3 - 2017)


[Girl:] The piano
[Aha:] I don't know how to play the piano
[Girl:] Stop playing, you know how to play the piano
[Aha:] No, I don't
[Girl:] You always, ha, why do you always do this?
[Aha:] Do what?
[Girl:] Act like you don't know how to play, but you don't want to teach me anything?
[Aha:] I don't know how to play the piano
[Girl:] You do know how to play, you're playing right now!
[Aha:] No, no I'm not. I'm just pressing stuff
[Girl:] No, you know how to play

[Aha:]
What's your frustration?
You see me speed racing
Hot, I'm trailblazing
Not here fundraising
Shut up, we finna make it
Quit your front paging
Don't act courageous
Just sit back and let me be your vessel
Just be patient and let me make it all better
All I need is a chance just to make it all better
Just let me make it up, up like falsetto

People look at me uncomfortably, cause I'm the real version of me
And not a version of what others wanted me to be
What more do y'all want from me?
The pastor only calls me evil
Cause he heard his daughter has a crush on me
This is hardwork, it ain't no luck in me
I'm proud enough to say that I believe in God
But smart enough to know that he ain't done with me
Older people try to come for me
But I refuse to argue with somebody who thought
Buzz Lightyear was a Bumblebee
Posted what I bought on my snap
Now, that's a toy story
Girls wanna sit on my lap
Like Santa on Christmas morning
Mama called, I pressed forward
And text her, "I'm recording"
Pushing all my boundaries so I can afford
To take her out the border
Killing every song so I can buy me a necklace
But you can't kill God, the Bible said he gets jealous
She out here fishing for a story
Because my hooks are infectious
It's what I always tell 'em

What's your frustration?
You see me speed racing
Hot, I'm trailblazing
Not here fundraising
Shut up, we finna make it
Quit your front paging
Don't act courageous
Just sit back and let me be your vessel
Just be patient and let me make it all better
All I need is a chance just to make it all better
Just let me make it up, up like falsetto
(You can see my gold medal)

Yea, I'm not the king of rapping
Maybe the king of captions
My words paint a picture that you can use when you Instagram it
They know it's going down, I'm tighter than the Titanic
Verses so hot that cold water gon' save you
So why panic?
It ain't cool enough to me if it don't give me chills
My thoughts will never register to them
Like cash in the till
My bigger mindset has always been taken for granted
Wayne can say I rock and I say, "Nah I planet"
Aha in rotation, spit fire like cavemen
I'mma burn down the building and tell my mama I made it
Whatever you do, don't jeopardize the brand
Need product placement
Tell a few white lies to keep my fans Caucasian
Cause they gon' buy everything
They gon' try everything
It don't gotta be good, they get high with anything
They went from hanging us and calling us dangerous
To copying everything, just so they could come hang with us
But they not gon' bang with us
They not gon' slang with us
And when it's camera time, they gon' get in the frame with us
Turn into ghosts and you can get you a [?]
She make you go through the wall
But she can't go through the pain with us
Ensure your survival, go win American Idol
We can sing on TV, and move to LA and do famous stuff
But that won't protect you, cause they don't really respect you
When it's time to show them what matters
None of them gonna sing with us

Just be patient and let the doctor make it all better
All I need is a chance just to make it all better
Just let me make it up, up like falsetto

Beemo's dead, he broke his leg
But that don't make sense
So how'd he die?
Be asking why sounding stupid
Cause it's just a bag, he wasn't alive
He wasn't real, so it ain't hard
To say goodbye
Beemo's Dead

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