Song 31

Song Song 31
Artist Noname
Artist Phoelix
Album Song 31

Lyrics

[00:03.35] All my everything is for you
[00:04.48] All my terrible sense of humor and critical interviews
[00:06.92] All my pearly gated redemption and casual afternoons
[00:09.52] All this money you know I'm making
[00:10.79] Like racin' against the moon, but
[00:12.33] I sell pain for profit, and I feel prophet watchin'
[00:15.83] Everything is for everything, rhymin' with causality
[00:18.22] Ain't no labels that's backing me,
[00:19.41] But my tickets be sellin' out
[00:20.59] And I'm steady raising my fee,
[00:21.85] That's another hit from my fee
[00:23.08] 110 degrees in the desert heat
[00:24.96] With a bubble coat, turtleneck underneath
[00:26.91] Rolling up on the beach
[00:28.00] Smokin a holy ****, laughing, baking
[00:29.79] My homie Tee hopin' joking is all we need
[00:31.52] When I sell pain for profit
[00:33.54] Now I binge watch Atlanta
[00:35.53] No more TV representation from a Kelsey Grammer
[00:37.91] Let's toast to ****** getting checks
[00:39.24] Who work behind the camera
[00:40.35] Somebody raise they man up
[00:41.71] Truth be told, I wear my heart on my sleeve
[00:45.13] Watch you sit it on the shelf
[00:47.08] Now my body got cold
[00:48.10] I swear we'll never leave
[00:50.21] Had to do it for myself, to find my praise
[00:55.20] Go get your weapon
[01:01.89] Real recognize real, feelin' like real proof
[01:03.99] Real buddy-buddy after the trip to the Cancun
[01:06.37] Million dollar baby, bet you can get to the hands, too
[01:08.73] Got a pack of wolves ready to damage a full moon
[01:11.28] The only ***** actually rapping, it look like me now
[01:14.01] Or meow, kitty just reimagined a freestyle
[01:16.48] DM flooded, ****** still waitin' for me to reach out
[01:19.02] We shadow boxing government hopin' they put the leash down
[01:21.53] I sell pain for profit not propaganda
[01:23.98] I know cancers origins link to Santa
[01:26.45] I know Santa's origins link to money
[01:28.79] Mass production of cattle, a slaughtering for the yummy
[01:31.29] These ****** is clever, the prison no better
[01:33.04] The ghost of the living
[01:33.97] We ain't talkin' about Reggie on Christmas,
[01:35.64] We almost forget him
[01:36.47] What's a casket to a holding cell if a ***** ain't in it
[01:38.95] Only reason why I'm steady faded and still independent
[01:41.40] Truth be told, I wear my heart on my sleeve
[01:44.99] Watch you sit it on the shelf
[01:46.36] Now my body got cold
[01:47.42] I swear we'll never leave
[01:49.64] Had to do it for myself, to find my praise
[01:54.80] Go get your weapon
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