6 FRET Lyrics

Shit, yeah,

One, I can't believe I worked so hard at music for a fraction of a penny, shit

But I know it gon' pay off one day, one day, shit, damn, I guess only time will tell

Two, money ain't real it just paper it funny how I control your life

I never really cared about the money, just cared about what it could do for others

They hear me, they call me a madman, huh, shit, they hear me, they call me a madman

Huh, shit

Three, like ain't it easy for you to say, you grew up in a middle-class household with two parents

Man, you sound so selfish

Like shit, do I sound so selfish?

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Or is it a fact I can't help it, that I've come to a realisation that money is the root of all evil

Huh, shit

Five, damn, I guess that life's what you make it

All the pretty girls and pretty faces, I never really cared about the money, shit

I never really cared about the money

The difference between having a home and not having a home is a tight rope, shit, and that's true shit, yeah

And that's true shit, damn, fuck

Really, I've been in my head for too long, too long, too long, like, shit, am I really okay

Like, am I going crazy?

Writing these songs in my head and maybe no one will ever hear them

Shit, no one will ever hear them, it's just me or there's a figment of my imagination

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