Yeah yeah yeah Hold the fuck up We gonna take this little intermission to listen To what the fuck I got to say, you know I been doing this shit for years: Holding heat, selling Using, abusing all kinds of drugs; Robbing niggas, running up in niggas'

(C-c-coming down, drippin' candy on the ground) Take me off, take me off, take me off The capital B means, I'm 'bout that life (If you 'bout it, 'bout it) (Well say you, well you say you) Listen, I been on, I been on, I been on Tell me who gon' take me

Listen to my heartbeat So listen to me, so listen I've been trying to find the right words But they always seem to hit the page wrong You see I tend to fight words You breathe 'em into life, and they're gone I need some louder speaking actions They do

Dependency has been a thief at night Thief at night, thief at night Underneath this fragile frame Lives a battle between pride and shame But I’ve misplaced that sense of fight But listen closely as I testify Every time I walk away and try to leave it

Not a night goes by, I don't dream of wandering Through the home that might have been I listened to my pride when my heart cried out for you Now every day I wake again In a house that might have been a home, a home I mistook the warnings for wisdom From

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It has been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh, God, I'm one If I had listened to what my mother said, I`d have been at home today, But I was young and foolish, oh, God Let a rambler lead me

Hey, uh, Grandpa Rick, can we maybe Maybe I can pick what we listen to next? You know We've been in this ship for like three hours now Well, Morty That entirely depends on whether or not you have the mental capacity To pick something I would be willing

How you broke my heart If I stay here just a little bit longer If I stay here, won't you listen To my heart, Whoa, my heart? I don't want to talk about it, I can tell by your eyes that you've probably been cryin' forever And the stars in the sky don't

Not a night goes by, I don't dream of wandering Through the home that might have been I listened to my pride when my heart cried out for you Now every day I wake again In a house that might have been a home, a home I mistook the warnings for wisdom From

(Goin' under) Tryna keep myself from goin' under I've been listening Young Thugger When it's good, it's good, but the question is Are you down to fuck with the other side? (No cab, no ride, yeah) Lately I been bumpin' trap music Don't wanna listen if I