Correction Lyrics DON’T BE FAMOUS (Draft) by Kevin Abstract

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I sold that dope in the dormitory
I know my roommate informing on me
I told my momma she shouldn't worry
Stop taking student loans from the country
I will pay that sh*t off 'til I'm forty ('til I'm forty!)
I don't want to have to make McFlurries
Sellin' students single sacks got boring
My college kids facing keys like both quarters
My thug life to every lad sandstormin'
Set up shop, exhibit product like it's a car show
The sh*t is pure man, while he sell the Sweet'n Low
Catchin' hell in my BM convertible
Deep Dallas in the winter, place so hard
Put that gold jump rope on the floor

You, you, you
Money dance with my crew
Yeah, you ain't knеw
I had bands back in school
You, you, you
Money dance with my crew
Yеah, you ain't knew
I had bands back in school

F—f**k with the cops, they beating the cases
I see the pistol 'round waist and they aiming
White doesn't fly with carnations, they pain me
Family need a little sleep and serenity
Popping cherry cola like her virginity
Confidence sink on the brink of a better me
I keep an eye up on your b*t*h in bed with me
Knowing that you will just bet on the death for me
I got the fragrance, throw me the cologne
Sipping so long, they love your cologne
f**k the percentages, I want the leverage
I want the leverage
I be reserved, I do not blurt
Keep out my face with your petty little urge
Life like a blur, learn 'bout the curves
Skin and my body, I've been insecure

You, you, you
Money dance with my crew
Yeah, you ain't knew
I had bands back in school
You, you, you
Money dance with my crew
Yeah, you ain't knew
I had bands back in school
You, you, you
Money dance with my crew
Yeah, you ain't knew
I had bands back in school
You, you, you
Money dance with my crew
Yeah, you ain't knew
I had bands back in school

I had the dope in the digit scale
I had to shove it in the fish scale
I saw the lights and then ran from 'em
Got out of jail with a court summons
Man it's so hard just to stop juggin'
Stealin' from n***as with one bullet
All that evil really got to me
Taking everything I got from me
Stole sh*t up at the penthouse
Writin' raps in the hills now
Now I'm worried if its n***as comin
To reclaim what I stole from 'em
Drug dealers that I ran from
Comin at me with a handgun
Two shots n***a, M1
Now I'm dead like John Lennon

I am from another dimension
Better step to me with nine hitmen
Freeway Ricky I'm a line kingpin
This present moment's a divine vision
Saw my past and took a dive to dig in
Couldn't make myself a pot to p*ss in
Motivation lacking my decisions
This felt like a holy intervention
I put that pack in my undergarments
Them boys had locked the pharma department
Packing up pills at the base apartment
I did a taste and thought it was garbage
Never had figured to ask who grabbed it
Noticed my friends had developed habits
Men and women both reduced to savage
Just to satisfy what needed scratching
MDMA mixed with bad karma
Spliffs from Newport's rolled with marijuana
Someone broke and sold the plug
Sent the law to his moms to put a slug on 'em
Boys woke him with the straps out
They ain't know about the stash house
Couple decades got evaded
'Cause he moved the last piece before he passed out

Hurtin' myself, hurtin' my b*t*h
And I got diamonds that's hurtin' my wrist
I light the spliff and I float by myself
I need some more time to find more of myself
Hurtin' myself, hurtin' my b*t*h
And I got diamonds that's hurtin' my wrist
I light the spliff and I float by myself
I need some more time to find more of myself

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