Exponential growth
What I keep in store
Get that cache and go
I just speak my truth
Exponential growth
What I keep in store
Liquidation proof
Yeah
Tell the truth, like oh my God
I keep shit moving, even do it, When I don't feel in heart
That's the discipline it's talking when I start
It's two AM and writers block just hit me hard
Shoot up those corners with that pen, I wield that sword
Or that Tech, or that Mac, or that AK strapped on back
Or that nuke, let it escalate til button press in booth
That's the Cold War in that cold world like Jermaine, I be that truth
Tyheed Stephens, (ooh ooh ooh)
Lord, (ooh) Lord, Lord, Lord
Bout that profit, like messiah, Tour de force (oh yes)
I break that bread, and gift that wine, What supper for (say less)
They might betray me, and they'll slay me, all before
We reach that prime,
That pinnacle
It's on my mind
I will forgive
And count those losses
I'm bout that record breaking profit
Count it up from zero
Tell me whichu here for
And if I'm not the way
Just promise that you'll change
Tyheed Stephens - 2 AM and ATMs Lyrics
Tyheed Stephens - 2 AM and ATMs Lyrics
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Exponential growth
What I keep in store
Get that cache and go
I just speak my truth
Exponential growth
What I keep in store
Liquidation proof
Yeah
Tell the truth, like oh my God
I keep shit moving, even do it, When I don't feel in heart
That's the discipline it's talking when I start
It's two AM and writers block just hit me hard
Shoot up those corners with that pen, I wield that sword
Or that Tech, or that Mac, or that AK strapped on back
Or that nuke, let it escalate til button press in booth
That's the Cold War in that cold world like Jermaine, I be that truth
Tyheed Stephens, (ooh ooh ooh)
Lord, (ooh) Lord, Lord, Lord
Bout that profit, like messiah, Tour de force (oh yes)
I break that bread, and gift that wine, What supper for (say less)
They might betray me, and they'll slay me, all before
We reach that prime,
That pinnacle
It's on my mind
I will forgive
And count those losses
I'm bout that record breaking profit
Count it up from zero
Tell me whichu here for
And if I'm not the way
Just promise that you'll change
What I keep in store
Get that cache and go
I just speak my truth
Exponential growth
What I keep in store
Liquidation proof
Yeah
Tell the truth, like oh my God
I keep shit moving, even do it, When I don't feel in heart
That's the discipline it's talking when I start
It's two AM and writers block just hit me hard
Shoot up those corners with that pen, I wield that sword
Or that Tech, or that Mac, or that AK strapped on back
Or that nuke, let it escalate til button press in booth
That's the Cold War in that cold world like Jermaine, I be that truth
Tyheed Stephens, (ooh ooh ooh)
Lord, (ooh) Lord, Lord, Lord
Bout that profit, like messiah, Tour de force (oh yes)
I break that bread, and gift that wine, What supper for (say less)
They might betray me, and they'll slay me, all before
We reach that prime,
That pinnacle
It's on my mind
I will forgive
And count those losses
I'm bout that record breaking profit
Count it up from zero
Tell me whichu here for
And if I'm not the way
Just promise that you'll change
Writer: Tyheed Stephens
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