Give another call to the lifeline
I'm tryna make a bag by the night time
Manifest what you rep, no sidelines
Make threats, regret and rewind
Technically twisted, I know that you missed it, I promise I'm chasing the greenery
But soon as the dust will be settling, villains will meddle in plots, and I'm sick of the scenery
Gotta relive it, I will be in it, turning equations to digits
We get it, you act so committed, I cannot remember a time when you didn't
But still I stand with it, I am my own biggest advocate
Building an empire, they couldn't fathom it
F*cking ignoring the call as if I was appalled
Cuz I watch em as they act degenerate
Bells and the whistles I need em, the golden brick road to the garden of eden
Herding the sheep 'fore I eat em, they say I got plenty, I keep disagreeing
Keep it 100, they cannot be trusted, I promise that this won't end even
Bells and the whistles I need em, the golden brick road to the garden of eden
Hol up, hol up, slow down, follow my directions and nobody will get hurt
Hol up, hol up, slow down, make it out the cellar 'fore you end up in the dirt
Hol up, hol up, slow down, follow my directions and nobody will get hurt
Hol up, hol up, slow down, make it out the cellar 'fore you end up in the dirt
Straining my neck as I'm looking up, book me masseuses, I'm shook how they look at us
Stuck in a rock and a hard place, like I'm in a car chase, I'm revving and racing the tour bus
Tryna get at me I'm on em, they stuck in my wallet like they was a condom, my pockets are growing, my stock has been growing, my presence is polished I peak like economy
Please don't, tell me, I'm not ready, I cannot stand negativity
I could not sleep for a year, look what it did to me
I grind through the night with my demons in sight, and the calluses starting to harden
They leave a bad taste in my mouth, so I'm washing it down with some spoiled milk straight from the carton
Bells and the whistles I need em, the golden brick road to the garden of eden
Herding the sheep 'fore I eat em, they say I got plenty, I keep disagreeing
Keep it 100, they cannot be trusted, I promise that this won't end even
Bells and the whistles I need em, the golden brick road to the garden of eden
Garden of eden is calling me
Garden of eden is calling me
Garden of eden is calling me
Garden of eden is calling me
Garden of eden is calling me
Garden of eden is calling me
Hol up, hol up, slow down, follow my directions and nobody will get hurt
Hol up, hol up, slow down, make it out the cellar 'fore you end up in the dirt
Hol up, hol up, slow down, follow my directions and nobody will get hurt
Hol up, hol up, slow down, make it out the cellar 'fore you end up in the dirt
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Give another call to the lifeline
I'm tryna make a bag by the night time
Manifest what you rep, no sidelines
Make threats, regret and rewind
Technically twisted, I know that you missed it, I promise I'm chasing the greenery
But soon as the dust will be settling, villains will meddle in plots, and I'm sick of the scenery
Gotta relive it, I will be in it, turning equations to digits
We get it, you act so committed, I cannot remember a time when you didn't
But still I stand with it, I am my own biggest advocate
Building an empire, they couldn't fathom it
F*cking ignoring the call as if I was appalled
Cuz I watch em as they act degenerate
Bells and the whistles I need em, the golden brick road to the garden of eden
Herding the sheep 'fore I eat em, they say I got plenty, I keep disagreeing
Keep it 100, they cannot be trusted, I promise that this won't end even
Bells and the whistles I need em, the golden brick road to the garden of eden
Hol up, hol up, slow down, follow my directions and nobody will get hurt
Hol up, hol up, slow down, make it out the cellar 'fore you end up in the dirt
Hol up, hol up, slow down, follow my directions and nobody will get hurt
Hol up, hol up, slow down, make it out the cellar 'fore you end up in the dirt
Straining my neck as I'm looking up, book me masseuses, I'm shook how they look at us
Stuck in a rock and a hard place, like I'm in a car chase, I'm revving and racing the tour bus
Tryna get at me I'm on em, they stuck in my wallet like they was a condom, my pockets are growing, my stock has been growing, my presence is polished I peak like economy
Please don't, tell me, I'm not ready, I cannot stand negativity
I could not sleep for a year, look what it did to me
I grind through the night with my demons in sight, and the calluses starting to harden
They leave a bad taste in my mouth, so I'm washing it down with some spoiled milk straight from the carton
Bells and the whistles I need em, the golden brick road to the garden of eden
Herding the sheep 'fore I eat em, they say I got plenty, I keep disagreeing
Keep it 100, they cannot be trusted, I promise that this won't end even
Bells and the whistles I need em, the golden brick road to the garden of eden
Garden of eden is calling me
Garden of eden is calling me
Garden of eden is calling me
Garden of eden is calling me
Garden of eden is calling me
Garden of eden is calling me
Hol up, hol up, slow down, follow my directions and nobody will get hurt
Hol up, hol up, slow down, make it out the cellar 'fore you end up in the dirt
Hol up, hol up, slow down, follow my directions and nobody will get hurt
Hol up, hol up, slow down, make it out the cellar 'fore you end up in the dirt
I'm tryna make a bag by the night time
Manifest what you rep, no sidelines
Make threats, regret and rewind
Technically twisted, I know that you missed it, I promise I'm chasing the greenery
But soon as the dust will be settling, villains will meddle in plots, and I'm sick of the scenery
Gotta relive it, I will be in it, turning equations to digits
We get it, you act so committed, I cannot remember a time when you didn't
But still I stand with it, I am my own biggest advocate
Building an empire, they couldn't fathom it
F*cking ignoring the call as if I was appalled
Cuz I watch em as they act degenerate
Bells and the whistles I need em, the golden brick road to the garden of eden
Herding the sheep 'fore I eat em, they say I got plenty, I keep disagreeing
Keep it 100, they cannot be trusted, I promise that this won't end even
Bells and the whistles I need em, the golden brick road to the garden of eden
Hol up, hol up, slow down, follow my directions and nobody will get hurt
Hol up, hol up, slow down, make it out the cellar 'fore you end up in the dirt
Hol up, hol up, slow down, follow my directions and nobody will get hurt
Hol up, hol up, slow down, make it out the cellar 'fore you end up in the dirt
Straining my neck as I'm looking up, book me masseuses, I'm shook how they look at us
Stuck in a rock and a hard place, like I'm in a car chase, I'm revving and racing the tour bus
Tryna get at me I'm on em, they stuck in my wallet like they was a condom, my pockets are growing, my stock has been growing, my presence is polished I peak like economy
Please don't, tell me, I'm not ready, I cannot stand negativity
I could not sleep for a year, look what it did to me
I grind through the night with my demons in sight, and the calluses starting to harden
They leave a bad taste in my mouth, so I'm washing it down with some spoiled milk straight from the carton
Bells and the whistles I need em, the golden brick road to the garden of eden
Herding the sheep 'fore I eat em, they say I got plenty, I keep disagreeing
Keep it 100, they cannot be trusted, I promise that this won't end even
Bells and the whistles I need em, the golden brick road to the garden of eden
Garden of eden is calling me
Garden of eden is calling me
Garden of eden is calling me
Garden of eden is calling me
Garden of eden is calling me
Garden of eden is calling me
Hol up, hol up, slow down, follow my directions and nobody will get hurt
Hol up, hol up, slow down, make it out the cellar 'fore you end up in the dirt
Hol up, hol up, slow down, follow my directions and nobody will get hurt
Hol up, hol up, slow down, make it out the cellar 'fore you end up in the dirt
Writer: Justin Schulman
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