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Correct Song 31
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[Verse 1: Noname] All my everything is for you All my terrible sense of humor and critical interviews All my pearly gated redemption and casual afternoons All this money and law-makin', like racin' against the moon, but I sell pain for profit and I feel profit watching Everything is for everything, rhymin' with casualty I know labels is backing me but, my tickets be selling out And I'm steady raising my fetus, another hit from the fee 110 degrees, in the desert heat With a bubble coat, turtleneck underneath Rolling up on the beach, smoking a holy leaf Laughing, baking, my homie T, hoping joking is all we need When I sell pain for profit Now I binge-watch Atlanta No more TV representation from a Kelsey Grammer Let's toast to niggas getting checks to work behind the camera Somebody raise their nana [Chorus: Phoelix] Truth be told I wear my heart on my sleeve Watch you sit it on the shelf Now my body got cold I swear we'll never leave Had to do it for myself To find my praise Go, get your weapon [Verse 2: Noname] Real recognize real feeling like real prove Real buddy-buddy after the trip to the Cancun Million dollar baby bet you can get to the hands too Got a pack of wolves ready to damage a full moon The only bitch actually rapping look like me now A meow, kitty just reimagined a freestyle Damn flood of niggas still watin' for me to reach out We shadowboxing the government Hoping they put the leash down I sell pain for profit, not propaganda I know cancer's origin linked to Santa I know Santa's origins linked to money Mass production of cattle, slaughtering for the yummy These niggas is clever, the prison no better The ghost of the living, we ain't talking about Reggie On Christmas we almost forget him What's a casket to a holdin' cell if a nigga ain't in it? Only reason why I'm steady fadin' and still independent [Chorus: Phoelix] Truth be told I wear my heart on my sleeve Watch you sit it on the shelf Now my body got cold I swear we'll never leave Had to do it for myself To find my praise Go, get your weapon
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