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Josh A

My Year

 

My Year

(альбом: Blessed - 2016)


A little more if possible
Like just, as loud as you can get it
Even distorted is fine

Yeah, this is my year
Last year I was working at a theatre
Tearing tickets
This year I'm moving to Orlando
I got no tenants
Music full time all you haters
Just pay attention
Bout to set it off I'm bout to kill it
And leave no witness
I dropped my old squad, got a new squad
And every single member out it here been way too on
From Lex to Serg to James to A to J
We all got out own grind and we work like everyday
Man, I remember back when I was a fucking joke
Back in school when people used to laugh and just fucking poke
Teachers said I'd never make it and they got fucking owned
Expect for Lemstrom, shoutout Lemmy
This is my year
Last year, I was getting fucking curved on
Now I got 3 bitches in my phone that I swerve on
I'm at 60k but 100 is my next stop
And I don't game but I put it in my ex's box, uh
I been staying up long nights
No more Loner Anthem cause that squad too nice
But I'm back to bragging, telling people that I am that hot shit
Embracing my whiteness, boy, I'm on that butterscotch shit

Did he just?
Yes, yes, he did

This is my year
Last year I was working at a theatre
Tearing tickets
This year I'm moving to Orlando
I got no tenants
This year I'll show you how it's done
I might get a visa
This year I might find myself
And acknowledge Jesus

Alright, and now just slide that over in Audac

Man, I'm so blessed
Why am I depressed?
Making mad bills but I still get stressed
Lost my soul, send a S-O-S
And I really wanna grow but don't know what's next
And I can't let it go so I ride solo
Friends cut me off you don't even wanna know
Moral of the story: Girls lie, friends fake
Cut ties luckily I'm 'bout to move away
God damn, I don't really wanna deal with this
Never woulda thought my best friend be my nemesis
Talking that shit right behind my back
Saying that I'm not a musician because I rap
We dropped out of school at the same damn time
I made No Chill, you only made lies
All of your fans are mine, your views are mine
I should get all of that money when you monetize
Could of been the best squad out
But I'm by myself, watch the rest fall out
Every single day man I think about that 15
But this 16 so I'm really going all out, uh

Man, this is my year, yeah (year, year, year, year)
Man, this is my year (year, year, year, year)
Man, this is my year (year, year, year, year)
Man, this is my year

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