Working my money ‘till I get gold When I get it, I ain't ever goin' back again Every Friday mornin' 'Cause I can't get enough 100 Percent, yeah, pure grindin' Started out with nothing and I still got most of that The world ain't give me much, I'm

A real street nigga will never ever call 12 I still don't give a fuck how a fuckboy feel How you gon' keep it real and your diamonds not real? I do it so big I make a hater feel little I can't tell you why they hating but I have an idea You never liked

I'm so dumb, I'm so dumb, For thinkin' you could love me, Your so numb, your so numb, You can't feel it so it's easy, Our love's still here, But your not there, You broke my heart, you don't care For thinking you could love me. They say forgive and

Sit and drink Pennyroyal Tea I'm anemic royalty Distill the life that's inside of me I'm on my time with everyone I have very bad posture Give me a Leonard Cohen afterworld So I can sigh eternally I'm so tired I can't sleep I'm a liar and a thief

It's not all my fault again (I can't let go) In spite of you I'm lost again (I still fell down) It's time to show me why I'm fighting The status quo is not a punishment But now it feels like home Let's give all our hands Not again, not another excuse The

If you give it a name, then it's already won. What you good for, what you good for? (Can you fill the silence?) You must have the words in that head of yours. And oh, oh, can you feel the silence? I can't take it anymore, Tell me a piece of your history

Out of this mess When you're forgiven but you can't forget Feels like you're drowning but you still got breath And we've been tryna lay this ghost to rest What's done is done Oh but there ain't no getting out of this mess No there ain't no getting out

The time to go has come and gone Why can't I? Why can't I say goodnight? It's almost sunrise Hours and hours gone by Candles are burned down Turned into morning light The whole world is sleeping And still I can't give in It's a love story

It got blood on the money and I still count it They got blood on the money and I still count it I can't help the way I'm raised up That Easter Pink, I tried to give it up, I can't give it up We've been at the laundromat all day We've been washin' money

I stumble towards it We will still be thick as thieves You built this portrait But don't give up on me In the wake of the Odyssey And guilty I may be You and me still thick as thieves Evidently we can't work it out I guess that courage ain't allowed