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oncue - get my shit together lyrics

[verse 1]
my heart can’t keep quiet no, no more
always being broke boy
that bullsh-t is folklore
disappeared for three years
came back and now have my own tour
you didn’t think i’d be here
but i’ve been plottin since ’04
rapping really mean it
then i squared over that old boy
back when i was a teenager
i shoplift like the whole store, the whole store

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shootin that, i mean sniffin that
pain all up in my past
when i raced home to pin my raps
daydreams ’bout getting that cash
somethings is hard to let go
those said they won’t see me fall
but godd-mn i finally got my glow
like, like woo

all i ever wanted in this world is some motherf-cking loot
never take a l when my brother take a noof
f-ck you if you ever thought us a fluke
i’m simba, i’m neo, i’m david, i’m luke
i’m goku too all them times two
and sh-t you can say that you ain’t got no proof
’til i’m dead in a box
hands crossed on a suit like

[hook]
i think it’s bout time i get my sh-t together
say oh yeah, uh oh
i swear to god that i’m going to get my sh-t together
say oh yeah, uh oh
i’mma call your phone to get my sh-t together
say oh yeah, uh oh
i’mma call you up, call you up babe
get my sh-t together babe, get my sh-t together babe

[verse 2]
too much weight up on my shoulders
why you think i’m chain smoking
that’s why i go dumb up in the booth
just like my brain broken
vision this sh-t way back when
d-mn i saw a lane open
no i do not have no friends
i do not share the same notion

d-mn i’m flowing
what’s that sh-t that maki loaded
please no more of them c-ckroaches
futon on the floor i was dozin
like i was f-cking d-mn near homeless
think i’m glad i wrote this
you could repeat the process
just that real sh-t, only make you feel sh-t

don’t talk to none of my ex’s
f-ck em brah i should probably get tested
those wrongs should’ve learned my lesson
tell em all that i’m not flexin’
godd-mnit, say lord knows
my mom call the phone for so long
and i channel that anger
writin’ words with a pen tryna give me hope
find a handle on that paper
then my pops went put that on the stones
tryna turn my goals to vapour
but it’s hardly how all this goes

time to get my sh-t together
uh oh
time to get my sh-t together
uh oh
i’mma call your phone to get my sh-t together
oh yeah
i’mma call you, call you up babe
get my sh-t together babe, get my sh-t together babe

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