[Intro]
Food 4 Thought
[Verse: One]
I seen drama like I've watched a thousand episodes
I'm the black Beatle crossing up the Abbey Road
Like I woke and called in every favour that I'm owed
I pray somebody tells you all about the bumpy roads
I just want my bitches bad and my money long
I wanna see my niggas make it in their catalogue
I single out my rights and wrongs
Then I write a song
So before I wrote this one, I was already wrong
Niggas acting up, I got a case of Guiness
Love, hard work, It's worth every minute
Just go and get yours, step out of my business
Ashes to ashеs when the blunt is finished
I go Drakе with no eyebrows, Mona Lisa
The school of hardknocks left the marks on me
Rocking fella, not like Rosa Lida
I got the bruises and I even have the scars on me
How many letters have I written out?
How many fucking hand-outs have I given out
How many demons in your lane have I driven out?
Hugh? How many bushes you done bit about?
I produced the latest shit that
I've been rolling with
And hoes cannot track me down like a stolen whip
They ask me who you really love, wonders on the deep
Is it the weed or the love drugging me to sleep?
Am I the man or the echo of his shadow deep?
Am I a vessel of the pain and trouble in their sleep?
I lay awake for every dream that I try to keep
So take it easy Arlene, don't give me no lip
I've been in love once and I know the feeling
I know that some scars are bigger than others
I've seen the fake smiles then I made the killing
I know that some stars are bigger than others
I cut so many ties looking to even the score
Behind the pen and I'm the true secretary of war
It's worth my time if I ain't did it before
And I just drew the blueprint and then I step to the fore
The-these niggas is my sons and I'm the bogeyman
I just approach the situations as the bigger man
I am the mentor at a time where you just gotta learn
Learn to applaud your fucking self and be your biggest fan, October!
[Outro: Arlene & Mariah]
We have certain issues to clear up
Before we continue any form of relationship
Business or otherwise
Let's lay our cards on the table
Meanwhile, Maria and I will catch up on old times
(Oh! I saw God, you got a massager)
That's not a massager
Food 4 Thought
[Verse: One]
I seen drama like I've watched a thousand episodes
I'm the black Beatle crossing up the Abbey Road
Like I woke and called in every favour that I'm owed
I pray somebody tells you all about the bumpy roads
I just want my bitches bad and my money long
I wanna see my niggas make it in their catalogue
I single out my rights and wrongs
Then I write a song
So before I wrote this one, I was already wrong
Niggas acting up, I got a case of Guiness
Love, hard work, It's worth every minute
Just go and get yours, step out of my business
Ashes to ashеs when the blunt is finished
I go Drakе with no eyebrows, Mona Lisa
The school of hardknocks left the marks on me
Rocking fella, not like Rosa Lida
I got the bruises and I even have the scars on me
How many letters have I written out?
How many fucking hand-outs have I given out
How many demons in your lane have I driven out?
Hugh? How many bushes you done bit about?
I produced the latest shit that
I've been rolling with
And hoes cannot track me down like a stolen whip
They ask me who you really love, wonders on the deep
Is it the weed or the love drugging me to sleep?
Am I the man or the echo of his shadow deep?
Am I a vessel of the pain and trouble in their sleep?
I lay awake for every dream that I try to keep
So take it easy Arlene, don't give me no lip
I've been in love once and I know the feeling
I know that some scars are bigger than others
I've seen the fake smiles then I made the killing
I know that some stars are bigger than others
I cut so many ties looking to even the score
Behind the pen and I'm the true secretary of war
It's worth my time if I ain't did it before
And I just drew the blueprint and then I step to the fore
The-these niggas is my sons and I'm the bogeyman
I just approach the situations as the bigger man
I am the mentor at a time where you just gotta learn
Learn to applaud your fucking self and be your biggest fan, October!
[Outro: Arlene & Mariah]
We have certain issues to clear up
Before we continue any form of relationship
Business or otherwise
Let's lay our cards on the table
Meanwhile, Maria and I will catch up on old times
(Oh! I saw God, you got a massager)
That's not a massager
( Brian October )
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