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Nigga tryna sell me bullshit, But that ain't no purple
Looking more like
Some brown rice
Maybe Mexican
I'm either way too blown, or I'm vexed again
I learned my lesson
Being autodidact leads to stress again
I can't progress, I feel depressed
That shit is never-ending
Tried for better spending
Always left broke
Up in the desert, empty
That's Mariana trench Deep
No joke
Got a stalled car that I'm payin' for
Wishing these niggas would come pick it up
The f*ck is you waiting for
Im Jobless again, feels like 12th grade, for sure
From checkin' emails, clean shaven, and clean pores
Really wish I could make a living by creatin' and more
But thats a kids dream , like piloting a mega-zord
Maybe they'll call back with opportunities to solve the problems
Or maybe an abundance of niggas would copp my albums
One can dream
The fact of the matter is clear
Like ya mom's brasserie
Stability is dead as f*ck, lost and nowhere near
Jobs ain't Careers
And neither are wavs
One thing for sure, Ill make these heaters til the grave
Ruffiankick - Til the Grave (feat. Rufflee) Lyrics
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Universal
Infomercial
Nigga tryna sell me bullshit, But that ain't no purple
Looking more like
Some brown rice
Maybe Mexican
I'm either way too blown, or I'm vexed again
I learned my lesson
Being autodidact leads to stress again
I can't progress, I feel depressed
That shit is never-ending
Tried for better spending
Always left broke
Up in the desert, empty
That's Mariana trench Deep
No joke
Got a stalled car that I'm payin' for
Wishing these niggas would come pick it up
The f*ck is you waiting for
Im Jobless again, feels like 12th grade, for sure
From checkin' emails, clean shaven, and clean pores
Really wish I could make a living by creatin' and more
But thats a kids dream , like piloting a mega-zord
Maybe they'll call back with opportunities to solve the problems
Or maybe an abundance of niggas would copp my albums
One can dream
The fact of the matter is clear
Like ya mom's brasserie
Stability is dead as f*ck, lost and nowhere near
Jobs ain't Careers
And neither are wavs
One thing for sure, Ill make these heaters til the grave
Infomercial
Nigga tryna sell me bullshit, But that ain't no purple
Looking more like
Some brown rice
Maybe Mexican
I'm either way too blown, or I'm vexed again
I learned my lesson
Being autodidact leads to stress again
I can't progress, I feel depressed
That shit is never-ending
Tried for better spending
Always left broke
Up in the desert, empty
That's Mariana trench Deep
No joke
Got a stalled car that I'm payin' for
Wishing these niggas would come pick it up
The f*ck is you waiting for
Im Jobless again, feels like 12th grade, for sure
From checkin' emails, clean shaven, and clean pores
Really wish I could make a living by creatin' and more
But thats a kids dream , like piloting a mega-zord
Maybe they'll call back with opportunities to solve the problems
Or maybe an abundance of niggas would copp my albums
One can dream
The fact of the matter is clear
Like ya mom's brasserie
Stability is dead as f*ck, lost and nowhere near
Jobs ain't Careers
And neither are wavs
One thing for sure, Ill make these heaters til the grave
Writer: Deon Jackson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid