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Stuck
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Fashawn
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Uh, yeah Prop Dylan, Fashawn Capitol F Lets go Prop Dylan It’s like I’m stuck inside a thinking pattern// Stuck in this rap game but really I could split an atom// Follow the steps that my mother took, but instead of// Reading science books I wished I’d spit it live on Jimmy Fallon// Drink a gallon of Guinness stouts at a city tavern// And stumble home now vision blurred out with a sh*tty balance// Smoke Philly blunts and lose my mind like Lilly Allen// These newer times will have me moving to a fishing cabin// Stuck in my hometown, the low down dirty Bolanche// Now where the melancholy perfectly bonds, up with the boredom// And common peoples curtains are drawn, that’s why I started// Visualize about the world and beyond, and I’m gone// Still a world wide traveler, chasing my oasis// Like Liam and Noel Gallagher, the designated driver survivor and not the passenger// Leave it up to me I’d move every day UP in the calendar// Chorus (Fashawn & Prop Dylan) Its like I’m stuck in an error// Either above the clouds// Or I’m under the weather, whenever// I’m stuck, stuck up on the daily grind// I remind myself that stuck is just a state of mind// Fashawn: It's what I'm used to, being stuck in neutral// Til I expanded, dilated like my mothers pupils// Corner quick sand, something deeper just to get grands// Hit the penitent, and got my wrist band// sh*t man, time stood still but I still stood time// Couldn't stand being broke I know I should grind// This chronic got me, thinking bout escaping from the pavement// Buying acres in Jamaica, vacations in Croatia// I learned stuck just a mind state, grind early grind late// Til he up like the crime rate, I thought I'd never leave this Concrete jungle, too busy out here going ape with my prime apes// I took a pen and redesigned my faith, now he defines what's great// Lames trying relate, stuck at home now I'm out of town// I jot it down, while Apollo Brown provide the sound, like that// Chorus (Fashawn & Prop Dylan) Its like I’m stuck in an error// Either above the clouds// Or I’m under the weather, whenever// I’m stuck, stuck up on the daily grind// I remind myself that stuck is just a state of mind// Prop Dylan Listen, It’s like I’m stuck in an era, came to ruffle some feathers// But had enough of the pressure, that I be putting on myself// To crowd please ’em, and came to the conclusion that I genuinely I got love for this era// So f**k it whatever, ain’t playing tug of war with family// But f**k out of dodge when it comes to underdog mentalities// Cuz that’s when they only root for you once until you win// Then you’re stuck wishing for sudden loss of gravity// It’s all insanity, stuck inside my comfort zone// NOW If I wasn’t, I’d double up the money flow a hundredfold// The runners on my feet's for when the trumpets blow// Still trying to squeeze a diamond out a f**king lump of coal// And if your lyrical with rhyming, then your numbers low// Guess I’m the living definition that it wasn’t so// See I hate being stuck, and love leaving// But nothing beats the unequivocal feeling of coming home (I’m in my f**king zone) Chorus (Fashawn & Prop Dylan) Its like I’m stuck in an error// Either above the clouds// Or I’m under the weather, whenever// I’m stuck, stuck up on the daily grind// I remind myself that stuck is just a state of mind//
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