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manic tl - sour jack lyrics

[hook]
overworked but no longer underpaid
i deaded a couple sl+ts but can’t keep ’em in the grave
i’m tired all the time, it’s cause i’m always awake
you wanna open your mouth, i’m f+ckin’ you in the face

brand new biz, money blowin’ whirlwind
brand new b+tch, she know i don’t need a girlfriend
take no sh+t, guess some sh+t will never change still
y’all take d+ck like the homies take pain pills
focus on your own

[verse]
forty five ’till i board, lookin for the gate
i love rushin all the time just to wait

wait, hey, i ‘prolly got the time to debate
but nowadays a conversation endin’ with a rate, so, stray

hey, from the heights to the bayside
not like queens, i mean that got my steaks high
keep her out your jeans, that money is not to waste
i speak high+key, they wonder how what i say flies

honest with you i ain’t play no part
eyes dilated, playa, follow me through the dark
i could violate you without even liftin’ an arm
so you could run, but i can’t promise you gone get too far
im the house, and the senate, and i’m the godd+mn president
im the apex predator with them amex benefits
i get what the f+ck i want, so you should study my rhetoric
and re+direct your life in a way that might get ahead of it

i don’t know a world where i gotta ask “can i?”
stay high, get the tax back on the red+eye
sh+t, i still ain’t really different than i was
better bud inside my lungs, better liquor in my cup
badder b+tches hit me up, bigger artists show me love
and i get threatened more frequently, so i bought another gun

but i digress, i guess i’m just tryin’ to say i feel the same
still depressed but my goals have been tamed
not nearly as much a mess but really just because this moneys a thing
so every trial considered i’d say that ain’t sh+t changed

i’m still self medicatin’
still+
f+ck it, i’m still too afraid to say it

and they got the nerve to tell me i ain’t real no more
when y’all ain’t never knew sh+t about my life
thinkin’ i just wild for the night, spend money, and sit tight
playa, try to walk a mile in my nikes
or get on the same stage
what the f+cks an off day?
if an unmarked road, then i know to take reins
same ball, bigger chain, y’all know where the f+ck i came from
finally comin’ up so i been stuntin’ with my day ones
(f+ck it)

- manic tl lyrics

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