One moment, cash in his sweaty in these weak homes and heavy.

There's vomit on his sweater already.

Mom's spaghetti.

He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs.

But he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down.

The whole crowd goes so loud he opens his mouth.

But the words won't come out with choking.

How everybody's joking now with clocks Run out.

Time's up!

Reality!

Oh, there goes, gravity goes Lamine, sow man.

But he won't give up that easy.

No, have any notes?

His own back cities rush.

It Don't matter.

He knows that, but he's broke.

He's so sad that he notes when he goes back to this mobile home, that's when it's back to the beginning.

Rhapsody better perhaps, in his moment.

Wait, wait!

Escaping through this hole that is gaping.

This world is mine for the taking.

Make me king.

As we move toward a new world order, A normal life is for superstardom close to postmortem.

It only grows on homie grows hotter blows it's all over these homes is a word that comes to coast, owns these numbers to clothe.

Father goes home and barely knows his own.

Hold your nose, See?

It goes cold.

Don't want cold products.

They moved on to the next smooth Mr Chance this way Game's changed with call rage Tear this motherfucking for like, two dogs caged I was playing in the beginning The mood on changed I've been to spit out and booed off stage but I can't prime in a step right in the next life Believe somebody's paying tithe pain inside, amplified by the fact that I can't get by with my 9 to 5.

And I can't provide the right type of life for my family.

This man, you goddamn stands for my papers.

And it's no, no, this is my life.

It's getting even.

Wanna see being a father and a prima donna, Baby Mama Drama screaming on Felipe.

Wanna stand another?

Damn, I got meat to the point.

I'm like a snail of guns to formulate a plan.

Mama, I love you, but this brand has got to go.