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Man Who's calling? Hello What's up man Nah, I got sh*t to do man Maybe next week, I got sh*t to do Laying on a couch next to a blank page Not in the mood to write, just one of them days High off Percs, so my mind won't work, and my b*t*h wants all of my time I want to write raps, she'd rather get laid, it's been days and I haven't wrote a rhyme And on the other hand, I'm on CD 4, never seen tour and I don't have a dime To my name, so I complain, f**k the notebook I should push cocaine f**k counseling, I should just sniff cocaine The weed's wearing off, now I feel drained My uncle just passed, life moving fast The other day I caught daddy digging in the trash, and what did he pull out? Some brand new swеats, everybody wonderin' why I'm so vеxed I let the Seroquel put me to sleep, I stole one from momma while she was counting sheep Got a call from Soprano, and he said, "Let's meet", we need you in the lab but you're always in the street We got photoshoots and deadlines to meet, it's crunch time, lunchtime, we all tryna eat I even got producers shooting me beats, but I'm stuck staring at a blank sheet Excuses excuses Uh hi, It's [?] I just wanted to call and say I love you I always have and always will I just wanted to make sure you know that I wanna see you in church Alright, uh The Lord's got something for you, and so do I I'm looking forward to seeing you in the place of worship I adore you, you doin' what you doin' I respect you, and I'm proud of you Okay, in Jesus name Alright now, love you Bye Now the beat's keep stacking He's still slacking Making excuses, tell us what's happenin' Label not calling you, well too bad then You're not the first and you won't be the last one Get up off your ass and stop complaining Realize it ain't just rap, this is entertainment Be the artist who always sleep who ain't ever make it Same city same routes, forever waiting While I'm sitting here ranting about motivation Could be out, out of state blowing up stages Why not, I don't know, maybe because of my ethics Should be making records but I'm too busy texting Putting my dream on pause, succeeding in the game seems so far Something gotta change or I might go berserk Get high off of dust and end up like Big Lurch Everybody ask why don't I come to church, "It's been a long while haven't seen you in months" You really wanna know, I've been chilling on the turf, or in the studio rolling up another blunt I'll be there next Sunday, if not then someday I'm just tryna figure out what I want What I need, a little room to breath The only way I can proceed Proceed Proceed Proceed Proceed Proceed Proceed Proceed Proceed
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