Correction Paroles Excuses par Fashawn

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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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