PAPERWORK
Lyrics
Yea my mama asked me
Do I got my head on straight today
And my daddy told me
You go get a job or you gonna pay
I got nothing on me
Bossman took away all i made
Losing track of all the paperwork the
Tax man sent my way
Needa make a beat
Needa spit some heat
Needa find a chord to make a harmony
And the text be rude like the words I use
All a different tern to tell the world
Fuck you
Ain't a holiday to me
But the apple bottom jeans
With the attitude i need
Make the time here bitter sweet
Ain't no better time for me
Man im only 23 with the collard green genes
And an audio degree
May have spent my last dime on an MK3
Now he changed my mind
And im his prodigy
Always on the grind
Work with honesty
Now you learn the ways of an MPC
Yea my sister sent me
A god damn video of munich streets
Fleet of a demo for the sake of bees
Tow a full sized truck
Playing Kalis beats
Yea since then got me thinking
Just cos im down doesn't mean
I be sinking
Wait for the crown and the clowns
Trying to link in
Gotta be loud with the crowd when its finished
Just another epidemic
All of you sing it
Yea my mama asked me
Do I got my head on straight today
And my daddy told me
You go get a job or you gonna pay
I got nothing on me
Bossman took away all i made
Losing track of all the paperwork the
Tax man sent my way
Yea making it home
I be talking to mum
Tell her I got it figured out
I'll be earning some
She said boy i needa talk to you
All of the cops on the island
Know your name you fool
And why you always in your room
All day you're blue
Never eat your food
How the fuck you passing school
What you gonna do
When you're on the streets and use
Its no use its your own damn path you choose
It ain't news
Yea Okay now now relax
Just walk in my shoes for a day as pretext
I go where the juice is
I don't mind affects
Next hit a pool house party by benz
These rocks make delusions
I needa lie down
This shit the only way yea
I stay on the ground ]
Leave me at the daycare
Imma smoke a pound
And if I stay gone
Check the bars lost and found
Yea my mama asked me
Do I got my head on straight today
And my daddy told me
You go get a job or you gonna pay
I got nothing on me
Bossman took away all i made
Losing track of all the paperwork the
Tax man sent my way
Ey cards on the table im broke
New buy-in gotta go but don't
Reach in my pocket for the green payload
Put the whole damn baggy on the desk plus blow Ey
Where you gonna go
Homie what you got to show
When the voice dies out homie
What you even know
Would the game reload
Or a coffin down the road
Be your very last home
Man how often should I've showed
A different option but the dope
Now the cops pass by
And they're waving out their coach
It be hostile times
And I'm cautious about a roach
Man im cautious about it all
But im cautious about my
Conscious over all
Yea my mama asked me
Do I got my head on straight today
And my daddy told me
You go get a job or you gonna pay
I got nothing on me
Bossman took away all i made
Losing track of all the paperwork the
Tax man sent my way
Writer(s): Niklas Halm
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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