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[Intro]
Night time, is the biggest onomatopoeia you can say.
HAHAâ¦
⦠Uh.
[Verse 1]
Nights in the Palazzo.
View of the grove.
Taking Elle women on a tour, through my beautiful homeâ¦
It wasnât long ago, that every song I wrote, was all in hope, that all the broke thoughts would go, OFF and float, like hallway smoke, when coffins row.
In the hood, itâs a coffin for colds.
No cure, but we livinâ to die.
Like dyin' is another form of livinâ a lie.
So we livinâ to live.
While we wishinâ to fly.
Envision the sky, kiss it goodbye, and listen to I.
We goinâ higher than the heights of average.
Afraid of heights? Take the rites of passage.
You never seen a star before tonightâs flight?
Midday is like a plugged-in Nite Brite.
⦠And all the other planets lookinâ type hype.
Like, âCharles, I know you ainât forget my Sprite, right?â
[Chorus]
We all celebrities now, because we gettinâ money!
Everybody in town, because we gettinâ money!
I think Iâm wearinâ a crown, because we gettingâ money NOWâ¦
But every time I look DOWN...
... I emerge from the ground with a FROWN.
WHAT AM I GONNA DO NOW...
WHAT AM I GONNA DO NOW...
... All the money that I get NOW.
[Verse 2]
First-class flights to conferences WHERE, my confidence IS, what got me this, HERE.
Moment to share witchaâ.
Know that Iâm here witchaâ.
Even when Iâm not, and I gotta say âThere.â witchaâ.
Even when I am, and Iâm able to hear witchaâ.
There.
Itâs official. I can be clear witcha.
Fear, is a queer, if you stick out your rear.
Dyinâ one moment, just to live out the year.
ALL the inspiration I give out to my peersâ¦
I wanna âduffâ some n1ggas;
Spit out my beer.
But that would imply that Iâm not soberâ¦
⦠And when it comeâ to duffinâ n1ggas, Iâm Homer.
Youâre more Barney.
Whatchuâ want, punk?
You canât harm me.
You lookinâ punch drunk.
Save the hate for the President, âcause Iâll âFamily Guyâ your whole run.
Straight make you IRRELAVENT.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Iâm gettinâ head from a porn star; Sleepinâ with a label mate.
Dating the craziest little lady from the Angel state.
Good friends with Mr. â808s and Heartbreakâ;
Iâm compression in a hard day, my profession ainât all dayâ¦
Itâs every day.
Rock star.
N1ggas imitating me, like itâs not hard.
Canât stop, Charles. Iâm Bubba Ray Dudley.
Show, put these n1ggas on a table thatâs a breakawayâ¦
⦠Like sweatpants.
That snap-on.
I need a track, so I can Slim Jim rap on.
That means snap on. Elbow drop.
Iâm more focused than ever, I tell hoes âSTOP.â
I donât f*ck just to bust a nut, âcause, when the lustinâ rushes up,
What are you stuck with?
A puddle of âmuckâ, a b*tch that got stuck to you, and vice-versa.
Itâs not luck, it SUCKS.
⦠Charles Hamilton.
[Chorus]
[Talking During Chorus]
The only way to move when youâre on top of the worldâ¦
⦠is at top speed.
HAHAHAHAâ¦
?Catch up to âem!?