Yeah
Can I get a smoke break, I just need a minute
F*ck y'all noise, I ain't gotta listen
Up in the clouds, in the house of the lord
I'm high as hell, but I'm sharp like sword
First of the month came way too soon
Funds in the bag running dry, no bloom
Get off my line, I ain't got the time
I gotta get mine, that was all their design
Stay distracted, stay acting like we not hungry
We're fasting, assassins, high fashion
Upping the price for the masses
All this shit I know, gotta let it go
Yeah, they betting that we fold
Fall in line like we're told
Speeing by, never slow
Passing signs in the road
No replies in your phone
Back it up, find your soul
Find your soul, man
Wait, wait
Find your soul, man
Rather women, wealth, and weed
Foreign whips and overseas
What is all this shit to me
A curse of luxury
I stay a hundred in these pockets
Yeah, like dungarees
Drop a heater on your chest
Make it hard to breathe
Can I get a smoke break, I just need a minute
F*ck y'all noise, I ain't gotta listen
Up in the clouds, in the house of the lord
I'm high as hell, but I'm sharp like sword
First of the month came way too soon
Funds in the bag running dry, no bloom
Get off my line, I ain't got the time
I gotta get mine, that was all their design
Stay distracted, stay acting like we not hungry
We're fasting, assassins, high fashion
Upping the price for the masses
All this shit I know, gotta let it go
Yeah, they betting that we fold
Fall in line like we're told
Speeing by, never slow
Passing signs in the road
No replies in your phone
Back it up, find your soul
Find your soul, man
SWANNY.95 - amnesia Lyrics
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Yeah
Can I get a smoke break, I just need a minute
F*ck y'all noise, I ain't gotta listen
Up in the clouds, in the house of the lord
I'm high as hell, but I'm sharp like sword
First of the month came way too soon
Funds in the bag running dry, no bloom
Get off my line, I ain't got the time
I gotta get mine, that was all their design
Stay distracted, stay acting like we not hungry
We're fasting, assassins, high fashion
Upping the price for the masses
All this shit I know, gotta let it go
Yeah, they betting that we fold
Fall in line like we're told
Speeing by, never slow
Passing signs in the road
No replies in your phone
Back it up, find your soul
Find your soul, man
Wait, wait
Find your soul, man
Rather women, wealth, and weed
Foreign whips and overseas
What is all this shit to me
A curse of luxury
I stay a hundred in these pockets
Yeah, like dungarees
Drop a heater on your chest
Make it hard to breathe
Can I get a smoke break, I just need a minute
F*ck y'all noise, I ain't gotta listen
Up in the clouds, in the house of the lord
I'm high as hell, but I'm sharp like sword
First of the month came way too soon
Funds in the bag running dry, no bloom
Get off my line, I ain't got the time
I gotta get mine, that was all their design
Stay distracted, stay acting like we not hungry
We're fasting, assassins, high fashion
Upping the price for the masses
All this shit I know, gotta let it go
Yeah, they betting that we fold
Fall in line like we're told
Speeing by, never slow
Passing signs in the road
No replies in your phone
Back it up, find your soul
Find your soul, man
Can I get a smoke break, I just need a minute
F*ck y'all noise, I ain't gotta listen
Up in the clouds, in the house of the lord
I'm high as hell, but I'm sharp like sword
First of the month came way too soon
Funds in the bag running dry, no bloom
Get off my line, I ain't got the time
I gotta get mine, that was all their design
Stay distracted, stay acting like we not hungry
We're fasting, assassins, high fashion
Upping the price for the masses
All this shit I know, gotta let it go
Yeah, they betting that we fold
Fall in line like we're told
Speeing by, never slow
Passing signs in the road
No replies in your phone
Back it up, find your soul
Find your soul, man
Wait, wait
Find your soul, man
Rather women, wealth, and weed
Foreign whips and overseas
What is all this shit to me
A curse of luxury
I stay a hundred in these pockets
Yeah, like dungarees
Drop a heater on your chest
Make it hard to breathe
Can I get a smoke break, I just need a minute
F*ck y'all noise, I ain't gotta listen
Up in the clouds, in the house of the lord
I'm high as hell, but I'm sharp like sword
First of the month came way too soon
Funds in the bag running dry, no bloom
Get off my line, I ain't got the time
I gotta get mine, that was all their design
Stay distracted, stay acting like we not hungry
We're fasting, assassins, high fashion
Upping the price for the masses
All this shit I know, gotta let it go
Yeah, they betting that we fold
Fall in line like we're told
Speeing by, never slow
Passing signs in the road
No replies in your phone
Back it up, find your soul
Find your soul, man
Writer: Eric Swanson
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