hottest fire that I ever wrote
I was dumb tired, single, hella broke
Bars written in my note pads
Now I'm rocking bars and I'm getting slow claps
Party people love my baggage
Let's establish
We're all addicts
For people in pain
We want a tale of revenge
From someone who is unhinged
We want to get the syringe
And shove it deep in the vein
So what does that mean for an author
Who cut they teeth as a pauper?
Now they got cheese in they coffer
But we love the grief that they offered
Geez – I'll keep it brief like a lawfirm
LISTEN
I think you gotta suffer for the art
---- risk it for love and you gotta rough it like you bark
Til the rest of the public will be uttering Oh my God
Put the eggs in the bucket
Are you ready? Now on your mark
Your feels
Ooh get in your feels
Ooh get in your feels
Baby ooh get in your feels

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