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december's finest - rum diary (poe man's dreams) lyrics

[produced by dpr]

[verse 1: btyler]
i tried to tell ’em that i’d have my sh-t together
but it’s probably better if i just wait for the weather
to clear a bit ‘cuz these haters has been blocking out my sun
i changed my life a few years ago just so i could start having fun
drinking early, smoking more, so i could be that
tripped and fell a couple times so i could finally see that
life ain’t what i thought, but now i gotta grow a bit
started building confidence, it has begun to show a bit
breakin out my sh-ll like i’m breakin outta prison
light shinin through my life like pink floyd and a prism
dark side of the moon is what i’m livin on
these animals should see the kinda sh-t that i been livin on
short cash goes fast, hard to live with no cash
on blast, ‘cuz my words start to sound like white trash
got no hatey, tho’, for my brotha, shady, tho’
just wishing i could put out something good for the radio
my town’s worse than yours, you prolly never seen it
you only catch it if the route you’re driving is the scenic
stuck between three cities, dominant locations
i could use a little help, need a prominent donation
tell these hoes, that i knows, how it goes, when you’re broke
you been dancing on a pole, i been puffing lots a smoke
you just think that i’m a joke, but you won’t her me laughin’
this is my rum diary, but just call me the captain
sh-t, me super high, doug benson mentality
i could die any day, but my rhymes have immortality
up, down, left, right, a, b, select, start
i rely on cheat codes, that’s how i perfect my art
who the f-ck are you to say that i can’t say what i just said?
that’s just what i call my homies, you comparing me to bread
looking down at these rappers i looked up to in the past
doing features, no releases, they just sitting on they -sses
check the facts, man, your verses got so lazy
used to be top of the game, you’re no longer going crazy
hold up, i’m never hatin, just don’t take me for granted
i’m not even p-ssed that life ain’t ended up the way i planned it
i just hit that blunt and hand it, you don’t have to understand it
make one right move, and these people just demand it
live once, die smooth, rapping even if they banned it
and if you ask about the finest, f-ck yes, i do command it
these are poor man’s dreams, wake up still standin’
living day to day and every night i’m still screaming dammit
the “b” is for brandon, why does no one see that i am not a bandit?
i’ve survived this far, why would i choose now to abandon?
i’m just dealing with however life has been handed
to me, and i’m just gonna be, whatever i know he
would want me to be: the best whatever i can be
so i’ll forever hold it down for that d-f-t-b, a, all day

all day. b-t-y

(d-p-r d-p-r d-p-r d-p-r d-p-r)

- decembers finest lyrics

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