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They want to eat the young
They're trying to kill our babies
They've got the nerve to roll down my street in their Mercedes
Your time will come
And I don't mean maybe
As will mine, young man
It's a good day to give up crazy
They call me Republicrat
But I ain't none of that
I just happen to believe
It ain't coming back
Who you voting for?
Who you voting for?
Somebody on the floor
Make a motion for
I hate drama
I love mama
I'm shy at heart
A born performer
A poor student
I'm into art
I'm still a fighter
Against the grain
Rebellious streak
Tech savvy?
Far from it
I'm into antique muscle cars
Gas pumps and motorcycles
Polaroids, photographs, the black and white ones
Analog
I'm more dusty than digital
I'm not a hermit
But I know I'm fully capable
Rollercoasters, I despise them, I've rode too many
A nervous wreck, so I'm mostly into comfort, really
Rock and roll, Hip-hop, Doowop, and Rockabilly
Stray cat caught between Machiavelli and R Knelly
Dre is dope, I'm more into Premier though
Got hope for the future, just gotta do it from here bro
I'm not a balla
My car's not a whatchamacallit
Bucket of bolts, but I'm buffing and [?] it
I'm Joey Stevie
Captivated by neon signs
And public runway lights
At night and peon
I'm scared to fly
I'm grounded and well rounded
And been outdid by them cats wearing them outfits
College degree, that ain't for me
Minimum wage is fifteen dollars
I'll settle for working at Micky D's
Instagram and building my followers
One day you'll be looking at me
Social media celebrity
Trust, believe, come follow me
With your eggs in a basket
Don't bring a plan b
This right here is a sure thing
It's life, buddy do your thing
And the doors will swing wide open
They don't care if you're drunk and smoking
No offense, Danny
I ain't poking fun at bad habits
I had a few
I know how it is
Fans are glad you're here
But your family's still mad at you
My wife is too, and my two girls
They're still small
They ain't trying to hear it at all
You should see the looks I'm getting on video calls
Something is wrong
Daddy is gone
Three weeks long
He's singing them songs
And I'm at a loss
Kind of my fault
Cause we ain't still lying, can't blame Santa Claus
Hurry on home, light up the tree
But New Year's Eve, again I'll be gone
But not for long
Send her my love
Send her my love
Send her my love
Send her my love
Send her my love
Send her my love
Send her my love
Send her my love
From an iPhone
They want to eat the young
They're trying to kill our babies
They've got the nerve to roll down my street in their Mercedes
Your time will come
And I don't mean maybe
As will mine, young man
It's a good day to give up crazy
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