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jam (rap) - thoughts from a beemer lyrics

[verse 1]
p-ss through a toll, the trip take a toll on me
world is screamin at me through fatigue
that i should roll some weed
man i really need a cab so i can p-ss out in the back
take a nap, wake up in the future gettin daps
for an alb-m that went platinum, pocket full of gold
you know the profits at a maximum
but cash will soon be ashes
if we fast forward more will i turn out as the chaff?
man, what became of the golden calf?
i won’t be a faker idolize the dough like a baker
but i try to live cheap cause i know there’s more at stake here
cause im hungry to learn, but they too hungry to learn
they could really use a steak here they won’t care if it’s burned
whoa. sorry, track got off on a tangent
sometimes, i just wish that we could all live in a mansion
maybe that’s what heaven’s like or maybe im a dreamer
thoughts through my mind as im sittin in my beemer like

[hook] x2
ride til i die if nothin else just drive
just vibe to convince myself im feelin alive
gotta get my mind right so i rhyme all night
gotta maintain fine if i wanna survive
and im out here treadin water but the riptide’s quick
gotta shark in the water all that i can do is spit
so i let go, let the flow overcome me
this is what will happen if you get to comfy

[verse 2]
what do you do when you think you could be a g
put fake lyrics in a free and orchestrate a trap beat
man im not about it, yo im just tryna do me
and put on paper what is truly underneath
when i bleed man it’s ink
seriously it’s inside of my bloodstream
even when i sleep im countin bars in all my dreams
and im a dedicated lyricist, hope the trolls are hearin this
cause one day i will be the one who’s spittin on arena’s list
pushin in an oldie, my cars more of an og
but i got the game on lock like goldie
chillin with a smirk emoji
and im just tryna tell my story keep it contemplative
highest mind state gotta focus keep it concentrated
complicated maybe? elicit little thought
just jot those and plot schemes until i got a yacht
when im rollin through my block
on the corner was a cop
i ain’t stressin though, always stickin close to what was taught
cause my mom was prolly cotton mouth, got a lot to prove
so im only wearin fitted from my dome to my shoes
i could maybe try and turn up but i choose to cruise
im tryna learn jiu jitsu and dodge the fumes
keep it close to the heart like a one inch death punch
fam on my back thank god i got the best bunch
used to grub cap crunch, now i scarf best lunch
thanksgiving everyday, imagine that, square sponge
man im so tired keepin eyes on the road
drivin to a place where supposedly i will achieve my goal
man all that really matters are the matters of the soul
but to be whole there’s a cost like p-ssin through a toll
bring it full circle finally but im not where i started
bro im pushin to uncomfortable places
that are uncharted for me
i could spend my life guarded and week
but i just want you feelin all this music
flowin through your arteries

[hook]

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