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Call Me Karizma

My Music

 

My Music

(album: Sober, The Mixtape - 2014)


Don't wanna miss my pride
Don't wanna miss a show
Don't wanna miss my pride
Don't wanna miss a show

Yeah, when I was ten, I was close to it
I never thought music would take me this far
It was basically art, wanted us suit in black tide like my dad had
I wanted like four nights passed with the red hat
Now I'm sleeping on the back
Not in it, if I could just show my dad that I'm winning
Even though I'm broken, broke's a total understatement
I think about these shows and lot of folks that love my statement
I've opened up for legends, but to 'em I'm just a basic
Not even close to great, I mean, can we say I'm underrated?
You just ocurred, I flip the bird and dollars down now
Tell me how's wrong to say "Fuck the job"
When a hundred girls would listen to my songs
Now I'm okay, not in currency
'Cause currently I have less money than Burger King compared to Rodney McDonald
I need some time with a bottle, you're wasting time with a bottle
Writing like Harry Styles, only night he lived hella bar

I just feel nothing but stress
You just want me to relax, always seem fucking depressed
That's me, did you have to suck for success?
Mom, I'm not in the bet
I'm hoping I'm up on the next, and happy
I just feel nothing but stress
You just want me to relax, always seem fucking depressed
That's me, did you have to suck for success?
Mom, I'm not in the bet
I'm hoping I'm up on the next, and happy, yeah

Nowadays, I got texts from my formers piers
In school though, I was nothing, then ignore for years
I was kind of weak and always showed my fears
Now I'm scared for your health when I blow your ears
I'm not bragging, never will, but I'm done taking ship-shots
I'm sick of playing gicks for ten minutes in the street block
I've paid every fucking fear, I never took the quick way
Went to class every hour, never took a sick day
Called me over exagerated, like "Morgan, you're mad, be patient
You're more over [?] statement than tore like half a nation"
But, now my phone vibe, pressing it
Like "Take the hint, you weren't there so I'm not here now, okay? You basic bitch"

I just feel nothing but stress
You just want me to relax, always seem fucking depressed
That's me, did you have to suck for success?
Mom, I'm not in the bet
I'm hoping I'm up on the next, and happy
I just feel nothing but stress
You just want me to relax, always seem fucking depressed
That's me, did you have to suck for success?
Mom, I'm not in the bet
I'm hoping I'm up on the next, and happy, yeah

Come and go, my baby makes me so hard
Coming down, I can't move
Yeah, come and go, my baby makes me so hard
Coming down, I can't move, I can't move
One more time, like
Come and go, my baby makes me so hard
Coming down, I can't move

It's my music, bitch
It's my music, my music
It's my music, bitch

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