Dinner Date - Marques Martin, KAMAUU, Brandon Black

I been hopin', prayin' everything gonna be alright

But I’ve been layin', eyes open to the roof at night

It gets hard when you’re a martyr with nothin' left to give

Told my momma I’ma get it, so now that’s how I live

Devilish smiles in their eyes, I can see the truth

It’s no surprise that they lie to get close to you

I feel the tension in my mind, yeah, it’s always there

There’s no goin' back to sleep, there’s no more time to spare

Told my girl if she vote for (The wall)

We don’t gotta get a fuckin' divorce

She said, «Who's fightin' for me?»

Shit, I need that freedom of choice

Goyard, designer shoes

Gotta match the botox designer face

Donnie Darko, bunny rabbit in the mirror

Tryna go hop in my place, breakin' the air

Kiss the girl with the armpit hair

Exotic got me so impaired

I plant one seed and out comes the pears

I see the Bat-sign in the air

So if I fall, hope I slip through the cracks

And come out a dead millionaire

Wah-ha

I been hopin', prayin' everything gonna be alright

But I’ve been layin', eyes open to the roof at night

It gets hard when you’re a martyr with nothin' left to give

Told my momma I’ma get it, so now that’s how I live

Devilish smiles in their eyes, I can see the truth

It’s no surprise that they lie to get close to you

I feel the tension in my mind, yeah, it’s always there

There’s no goin' back to sleep, there’s no more time to spare

I put the shank in the shackle

Before I stab you

Before I bounce

Like Buffy I have to

Behead you bloodsuckers

I got attached to

I got math tu-

Tor cuz I had to

Most of us

Had substitutes

In classrooms

They didn’t get paid

Enough actu-ally

Care, the damage

They just managed

Serve us up, and labels take advantage

All I blame is me, and how handle

What I’m handed

How I slight of hand it

(Heh)

Bread in the bakery

All the ventilation

Accumulate patrons

(Hoo)

Bled for the payday

Bled for the vacay

I ain’t gon' bleed in the heyday

(Hoo)

Bred for the naysay

Bred for the mayday

I ain’t had a bed in a way way

It’s Phillips, it’s lightbulbs, it’s Migos, it’s Takeoff

Movin' and shippin', that’s the sound of shippin'

Just shippin' to Britain the pounds the quid

Worst candidate for best time to quit

Best candidate for worst time to part

While ya here chillin', I’m next on the pot

Check new vacay, who rushin' the drop?

It’s Phillips, it’s lightbulbs, it’s Migos, it’s Takeoff

Rusty email, I ain’t gonna open that Gmail

Spare the details, check the wave

Heard me in the sea shell

I ain’t gon' retail

I been hopin', prayin' everything gonna be alright

But I’ve been layin', eyes open to the roof at night

It gets hard when you’re a martyr with nothin' left to give

Told my momma I’ma get it, so now that’s how I live

Devilish smiles in their eyes, I can see the truth

It’s no surprise that they lie to get close to you

I feel the tension in my mind, yeah, it’s always there

There’s no goin' back to sleep, there’s no more time to spare