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ario – mental lyrics

yeah, yeah

[chorus]
lately too much on my mental
i think i’m going insane
told her the whip ain’t a rental
now she just giving me brain
you sold your soul to the devil
aww man, what a shame
i sold my soul for the passion
i’m flawless with the aim
lately too much on my mental
i think i’m going insane
told her the whip ain’t a rental
now she just giving me brain
stay on the track like a train (ohh)
i’m going hard in the paint (uh)
smoking to numb all the pain (uh)
i cannot feel anything (nope)

[verse 1]
body so many beats
they want me in penitentiary
f+ck the fame, i want a legacy
i’m losing friends, gaining enemies
making these memories
make sure they bulletproof
hoping they all be offending you
even if it is a mission
you know i’m going the distance, animalistic
we used to k!ll for the rich, now we gon’ k!ll for the riches
so now if i f+ck on a b+tch, i do not ask for the digits
middle finger to the critics
everybody moving wassy, everybody so suspicious
everybody want a cut, who the f+ck is doing business
i don’t even wanna hear it
you know it’s all in delivery, you know it’s all how you preach it
you know i do it with meaning
swear the feeling so appealing
went from a fan on the ceiling
to so many fans that i’m freezing
so it’s needless to say that i need them to save the building when i’m fire breathing
make a toast to the ones who dreaming
industry don’t wanna see me breathing
hennessy’s gonna feed me reason
i can k!ll the demons, i can see the freedom
might endorse alarm clocks for those who sleeping
man, of course the block’s hot, the ghost been reaping
at the shows for hoes that pose so misleading
got a golden nose i know no receding
open season
[chorus]
lately too much on my mental
i think i’m going insane
told her the whip ain’t a rental
now she just giving me brain
you sold your soul to the devil
aww man, what a shame
i sold my soul for the passion
i’m flawless with the aim
lately too much on my mental
i think i’m going insane
told her the whip ain’t a rental
now she just giving me brain
stay on the track like a train (ohh)
i’m going hard in the paint (uh)
smoking to numb all the pain (uh)
i cannot feel anything (nope)

[verse 2]
vanta, vanta, syrup in the fanta
just another item of americana
tough to not flex placed in front of cameras when most my heroes come from g. atlanta
head over baby, lets engage in tantra
head only baby, take the whole banana
head over shoulders, you more ‘ho’ than santa
then i had to ghost you, call me danny phantom
random panties in my closet next to skeletons
spirits in my presence talking sh+t again
eyes redder than the shirt on gilligan
it’s the kid, i’m back, in the ville again
ahh
i wake up and take charge
oh i
i need you to ease up
‘cause face it
these j’s on, i don’t lace it
it’s a g30, in a sp+ceship
i zoom by so gracious
yeah, that’s the life that we crave b+tch, it’s outrageous
get the bag in rotation
hit the stage and go ape sh+t
i need a standing ovation
cause they can’t stand what they don’t understand, i got the upper hand and no patience
i’m dripping down to my laces
yeah, god my heart won’t stop racing
i’m popping off in all angles, b+tch
then pop the top in los angeles
then gun me down in my hometown and make sure the service is candle lit

- ario lyrics

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