This shit right here is for you All your faces I can see You all think it's about me I'm about to break, this is my fate Am I still damned to my life, of misery and hate? You will never know What I've done for you What you know Got me through

Liberate, my madness Liberate, my madness (one of me, all of you) Your garbage in is garbage out So soft, you forgot You don't give a shit I won't play the fit Get off, get on this I just want to

When I look at you it's like I've been baptised It's so spiritual like I've been sanctified Oh I'm drunk in love and you're Beyoncé Let's get it on All I gotta say is I feel like a rolling stoner Don't think I can keep my composure Girl, until the night

Somebody I'm not Being somebody I'm not I spend every day I've got This girl came up to me She go, "How does it feel living the dream? How does it feel living the dream all the time?" She said, "I I gotta have this, wanna be rich I gotta have this, wanna

And you only got one shot, don't ignore, yeah 'Cause I'm so choosy, choosy, yeah, yeah Mans say I'm too bougie, bougie, yeah, yeah So I'ma give you one shot, go ahead, pour it So I'ma make one stop for you, for you Gotta give me all you got So I'ma make

Still writing songs about You on my bed and a mini bar three day I've gotten drunk on whiskey and women Broke up in places that we've never been in Spending all night and all day trying to say something new But it's no use I'm still writing songs about

I don't recall at all There's nothing, there's nothing there And I don't understand why I've forgotten everything about you 'Til someone says your name I've forgotten all the reasons I loved you 'Til someone tells me that you rang 'I get along without

Lord have mercy, got to tell it Tell it just like it is, every word. Yeah! I was living in St. Louis In the year of nineteen fifty five Mama didn't have no great mansion, Just a little old country dive. Papa worked all week long, Tryin' to keep us six

Nigga pass that shit After blunt after blunt after, hey Cup after cup, gotta double that up I've been waitin' on this all day Nigga pass that shit, yeah Blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt The blunt up, the blunt up, the blunt up, the blunt up

That's why New York's my home New York's my home, sweet home But it hasn't got There's a rumor going around That some of you good people Want to leave this town But you better consult me before you go 'Cause I've been in all these places