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Mr B - Wonka Lyrics



Mr B - Wonka Lyrics




I don't talk to many friends except my parents and my sister
If I cut you off then you probably handed me some scissors
And I don't apologize for saying how I feel
That's like me saying sorry for me being real
I'll do my best but I really don't wanna
I dont sugarcoat shit, I ain't Willie Wonka
My soul is way too lit to even have to give a shit
And I'm up too high right now to even wanna think of it
If you make drama you deserve karma
You get what's coming to you and that's word to ya mama
Nowadays I think before I begin talking
Cuz my words can B forgiven but can never B forgotten
And I don't ever ever stress the could have's
Cuz if it should have, then it would have
I swear everything in life is meant to B
Fell asleep in AZ and woke up in Tennessee

People really think my life is perfect
Probably cuz I smile thru the worst shit
I find joy even when it is a sad day
There's probably people that would love to have my bad days
Work for a cause not for applause
This is Hip-Hop and we keep it raw
This is black and white so don't act in life
Gotta keep it real and make sacrifice
I've packed my life with experience
That would make others delirious
But I'm serious, this is one hunnid
Every single day I stay stuntin'
Record a flow, film a video
Make a thumbnail and then upload
And watch it explode
Maybe all at once, or maybe not at all, but its still gon' come
Life a marathon and that's a pro and con
Take the long approach like Amazon
B a trillionaire when the sun dawn
Or move quickly like some scared blonde
Payments take patience
I make hits in basements
But without dedication you simply won't make it
So face it, I got a pack of raps
And one day gonna have stacks of cash
Put the whole damn world on some laughing gas
This is Mr B in case ya homie ask
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I don't talk to many friends except my parents and my sister
If I cut you off then you probably handed me some scissors
And I don't apologize for saying how I feel
That's like me saying sorry for me being real
I'll do my best but I really don't wanna
I dont sugarcoat shit, I ain't Willie Wonka
My soul is way too lit to even have to give a shit
And I'm up too high right now to even wanna think of it
If you make drama you deserve karma
You get what's coming to you and that's word to ya mama
Nowadays I think before I begin talking
Cuz my words can B forgiven but can never B forgotten
And I don't ever ever stress the could have's
Cuz if it should have, then it would have
I swear everything in life is meant to B
Fell asleep in AZ and woke up in Tennessee

People really think my life is perfect
Probably cuz I smile thru the worst shit
I find joy even when it is a sad day
There's probably people that would love to have my bad days
Work for a cause not for applause
This is Hip-Hop and we keep it raw
This is black and white so don't act in life
Gotta keep it real and make sacrifice
I've packed my life with experience
That would make others delirious
But I'm serious, this is one hunnid
Every single day I stay stuntin'
Record a flow, film a video
Make a thumbnail and then upload
And watch it explode
Maybe all at once, or maybe not at all, but its still gon' come
Life a marathon and that's a pro and con
Take the long approach like Amazon
B a trillionaire when the sun dawn
Or move quickly like some scared blonde
Payments take patience
I make hits in basements
But without dedication you simply won't make it
So face it, I got a pack of raps
And one day gonna have stacks of cash
Put the whole damn world on some laughing gas
This is Mr B in case ya homie ask
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Writer: BLAKE ROBERT MANKIN
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave

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Performed By: Mr B
Language: English
Length: 2:28
Written by: BLAKE ROBERT MANKIN

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