They gon' party all night, but the fun ain't done
By the time that I show everyone We just getting started, but we already won
Currently cannot compare me to none The way that I coast on the beat, competition
Defeated Yeah, it should be criminal
They ain't saying shit, all they talking bout guns sex
Drugs be so traditional It be real what I'm rapping, ain't doing no
Capping I promise I'm bringing original
Said I'm back on the grind, portraying your mind
You'd think I'd be moving subliminal They never believed in my future
But there's some crazy things that you finna see
Speaking on the past Only got two things about me that I'll guarantee
Number one is I don't trust nobody My heart is on lock, you ain't getting a key
Number two is I know this is new
And it's probably the last thing expected from me
But when you deal with anxiety, depression
The thought of you in my head be filled with aggression
The only way I can show my self-expression
Through writing these lyrics and giving confessions
21 years in the making It feel like for 18 my heart has been breaking
I really be downing, so why would I fake it?
I pray to God every day that I make it
They don't understand when it got cold
On them summer nights
And my heart and soul ain't feeling right
When you in the darkness and you feel the light
Gotta break the ice, I'm running and racing
I sleep in that night for this dream that
I'm chasing My name in your brain, yeah, that's what
I'm engraving I'm standing my ground and I'm hoping
It's worth all the hate that I'm facing
You're my best friend, so don't take this the wrong way
But in 20 years, if you're still living here
Coming over to my house, watching the Patriot's game
Still working construction
I'll f*cking kill you
What the f*ck are you talking about?
Why is it I always say something that I f*cking owe it to myself?
You don't owe it to yourself, you owe it to me
Tomorrow I'm gonna wake up and I'll be 50
And I'll still be doing this shit
And you're sitting on a winning lottery ticket
But you're too much of a pussy to cash it in.
POPULONE - CHOSEN ONE Lyrics
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They gon' party all night, but the fun ain't done
By the time that I show everyone We just getting started, but we already won
Currently cannot compare me to none The way that I coast on the beat, competition
Defeated Yeah, it should be criminal
They ain't saying shit, all they talking bout guns sex
Drugs be so traditional It be real what I'm rapping, ain't doing no
Capping I promise I'm bringing original
Said I'm back on the grind, portraying your mind
You'd think I'd be moving subliminal They never believed in my future
But there's some crazy things that you finna see
Speaking on the past Only got two things about me that I'll guarantee
Number one is I don't trust nobody My heart is on lock, you ain't getting a key
Number two is I know this is new
And it's probably the last thing expected from me
But when you deal with anxiety, depression
The thought of you in my head be filled with aggression
The only way I can show my self-expression
Through writing these lyrics and giving confessions
21 years in the making It feel like for 18 my heart has been breaking
I really be downing, so why would I fake it?
I pray to God every day that I make it
They don't understand when it got cold
On them summer nights
And my heart and soul ain't feeling right
When you in the darkness and you feel the light
Gotta break the ice, I'm running and racing
I sleep in that night for this dream that
I'm chasing My name in your brain, yeah, that's what
I'm engraving I'm standing my ground and I'm hoping
It's worth all the hate that I'm facing
You're my best friend, so don't take this the wrong way
But in 20 years, if you're still living here
Coming over to my house, watching the Patriot's game
Still working construction
I'll f*cking kill you
What the f*ck are you talking about?
Why is it I always say something that I f*cking owe it to myself?
You don't owe it to yourself, you owe it to me
Tomorrow I'm gonna wake up and I'll be 50
And I'll still be doing this shit
And you're sitting on a winning lottery ticket
But you're too much of a pussy to cash it in.
By the time that I show everyone We just getting started, but we already won
Currently cannot compare me to none The way that I coast on the beat, competition
Defeated Yeah, it should be criminal
They ain't saying shit, all they talking bout guns sex
Drugs be so traditional It be real what I'm rapping, ain't doing no
Capping I promise I'm bringing original
Said I'm back on the grind, portraying your mind
You'd think I'd be moving subliminal They never believed in my future
But there's some crazy things that you finna see
Speaking on the past Only got two things about me that I'll guarantee
Number one is I don't trust nobody My heart is on lock, you ain't getting a key
Number two is I know this is new
And it's probably the last thing expected from me
But when you deal with anxiety, depression
The thought of you in my head be filled with aggression
The only way I can show my self-expression
Through writing these lyrics and giving confessions
21 years in the making It feel like for 18 my heart has been breaking
I really be downing, so why would I fake it?
I pray to God every day that I make it
They don't understand when it got cold
On them summer nights
And my heart and soul ain't feeling right
When you in the darkness and you feel the light
Gotta break the ice, I'm running and racing
I sleep in that night for this dream that
I'm chasing My name in your brain, yeah, that's what
I'm engraving I'm standing my ground and I'm hoping
It's worth all the hate that I'm facing
You're my best friend, so don't take this the wrong way
But in 20 years, if you're still living here
Coming over to my house, watching the Patriot's game
Still working construction
I'll f*cking kill you
What the f*ck are you talking about?
Why is it I always say something that I f*cking owe it to myself?
You don't owe it to yourself, you owe it to me
Tomorrow I'm gonna wake up and I'll be 50
And I'll still be doing this shit
And you're sitting on a winning lottery ticket
But you're too much of a pussy to cash it in.
Writer: JOSH HARRIS, POP STUNNA
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid