Salvador Dali Lyrics

Why would I need drums when the AR got two on it

If I needed a feature, I wouldn't put you on it

Too many Ghostwriters all in your catalog and you hunted

The feeling you been missing, This what you wanted

Back writing in my Stevie Crooks ways

You know, ghetto glamour about hammers, but in a gorgeous display

Call Lisa Rae, I still wanna dance from diamond

And a Halle berry handjob to enhance my rhyming

I'm meditating on the sand in silence, a bunch of seagulls just staring at me

They be jealous, but they never at me

Apache, tomahawk a nigga sit him up in the backseat

and drive back and forth through his hood with a mask and black tee

Mr. Cinematic, that's me

Thoughts of the matte black Maybach, driving smooth, but the paint job is ashy

Who the best Don't ask me

I'm just the best version of myself, racing my past, trying to pass me

The word I'm looking for is Ciaras baby daddy

The war in me going on make nothing here scary

I'm wanna die empty when I'm in that cemetery

Everything out of me, so I live forever when i'm buried

Yeah

It's okay to be different

Yeah

It's okay to be

It's okay to be different

It's deeper than anything the industry tried to place on me

My eyes, clear as crystal, the waterfalls is gorgeous

Wildlife having duets with my words

In the tree smoking tree, but only the blunt burns

I'm not trying to be Drake, not trying to be Chris Brown

I'm trying to get to a place where me and time could have a sit down

Because when the clock was ticking and I wasn't winning

Time was going slow until I start sinning

Time is money, but money is the root

Of every bad thing that happened under this roof, so what the fuck is the truth

If I want to do good, I got to do bad

If I want to go forward in life, I got to go after the bag

But the bag got a label and tag

So somehow, someway, I got to play the game or go outside sad

You ever notice how you reminisce about what you had

Then get the same thing again, but it feel like trash

Because you have something new, the old thing don't have

But end up losing both, because time has passed

See, that's why I want to talk

Because if time is money, how come getting it feel like a win and a loss

Now I'm looking at my watch, and it's pissing me off

Knowing evil is attached to this time I bought