MIA Lyrics

Been to Colombia so much I should put it in my name

To be a king I paid the price that a peasant pays

Eating all these beats I be foaming from my mouth

Yeah I'm from the New York streets, now my home is in the south

Yeah I'm in the MIA, that's why I went MIA

Sorry for the delay I was getting paid and getting laid

Now I'm back unwrap my presence you would think its Christmas day

And I never work on Sundays always got a chick for lay

Chill it's ok, its the same shit, just a different day

All this stress, I'm started to sink, I am getting drained

I need a shrink to my spot, before I get insane

I need to shrink to a dot, and just get away

From these thots because I had thought, wanted to get engaged

Now I'm trapped in my own thoughts, like I'm in a cage

Like I'm in a maze, when I get off stage

I be getting praised, I got the juice, for a minute maid

For a minute made me a little fame

Made me a little change, but I didn't change

Shout out to my niggaz, and we getting paid on a different plane

Been to Colombia so much I should put it in my name

I should put it in a chain it is strange where we came from

Now the sun, it be giving rays

Wrote this on Thanksgiving day and I'm grateful that everything has changed

For the better, before the weather, I was getting shade

I was getting blamed for everything, but I didn't break

Beast that the didn't tame, reached at a different stage

Of my life, don't like to fight, but you can get the fade

Don't pay state tax, didn't need to get a raise

It's the truth straight facts, when my musics getting played

Leave the booth asap, why, it is in a blaze

Call the firetruck, high as fuck, I am getting blazed

Beard starting to lighten up, I am getting grays

Don't do toxic relationships, no kids to date

Dodged every bullet, wasn't even getting grazed

I was getting grades getting As now I'm getting hate

For money and fame a game Ima hit a way

Better ways equal better days I forever prayed

For my life, to be like this, I am in a daze

For the days rapping in high school, to the present day

To be a king I paid the price, that a peasant pays

My future wife gonna be strong, and we'll get a maid

Girls treated me like songs, I was getting played

Now they see me that I'm on, and they feel a way

This track is going too long, it is getting late

Thank you Florida I'm tapped in, I am getting great

I ain't capping that's what happens when you in the MIA