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For Granted Songtext
Don′t think about me
Don't take it from me
Get sucked up in between
The lies and the dreams
No racing on the inside
Wasting all of my mind
Tell me I am fine
The waste inside your eyes
Lays inside to mine
This hand goes in my way though
You can′t tell me to take, note -o-o
Been losing like that
Got nothing like that
No one made me
Who Made me, but I-I
Don't tell me like that
Don't say it′s like that no-ohh
Just let go-oh-oh-oh-oh
Living all my life like a legend
I Don′t know what we're playin
But if we′re playing
You'd guess it i′m finessin
Stressins the only problem that leads to second guessin
All I know is sometimes I need to stay in
Question words on upon your worth
You could tell me about the bullshit on this earth
I could tell you about the feeling inside that gets you hurt
The things that you swallow for desert, you could
Tell me things about your mind
Show me things that you design
I can tell you what is fine
You could tell no other
You could get the shitty shoulder
Fresh as fuck, growing older
You could tell me about the moves of the global order
Time is moving fast, time is moving by
Next thing you know you're fuckin 45 and your getting high
Yeah
What the fuck is real, what the fuck is mine
This is my life, i′ll tell you I am fine, so
I'm bouncing, the raving, the craze
I'm getting so lost in the haze
I′m drowning, I′m drowning don't know what to say
All I don′t know what the day was today, yeah
I'm losing it down in the spray
I′m using it every fucking day
I'm losing it all down in my face
G′s in G's out yeah i'm mother fucking OK
It′s a long day, motherfucking long wave
Short time, short say, little goes a long way
It′s a bars worth, what the fuck is gonna hurt
Put it in your damn shirt, tell me yeah whats hurt?
Where's the real deal at?
With a real ball pack
In the door, boss bag
When your till gets whacked
And your pulse goes flat
You can hold it all back
Just put it on the stacks
Yeah I just got it like
Making these moves, the beast of my style
This Motherfucker shit that makes you all go wild
Making these miles, I went to the station
I went 5 years with no fucking vacation
Bustin it down, the moves
The pounds the groove, yeah
You know how we move
Yeah, They know how we move, yeah
The pounds down, its so loud, I get lost, it′s a ghost town
The pounds down, its so loud, I get lost, it's a ghost town
Don't take it from me
Get sucked up in between
The lies and the dreams
No racing on the inside
Wasting all of my mind
Tell me I am fine
The waste inside your eyes
Lays inside to mine
This hand goes in my way though
You can′t tell me to take, note -o-o
Been losing like that
Got nothing like that
No one made me
Who Made me, but I-I
Don't tell me like that
Don't say it′s like that no-ohh
Just let go-oh-oh-oh-oh
Living all my life like a legend
I Don′t know what we're playin
But if we′re playing
You'd guess it i′m finessin
Stressins the only problem that leads to second guessin
All I know is sometimes I need to stay in
Question words on upon your worth
You could tell me about the bullshit on this earth
I could tell you about the feeling inside that gets you hurt
The things that you swallow for desert, you could
Tell me things about your mind
Show me things that you design
I can tell you what is fine
You could tell no other
You could get the shitty shoulder
Fresh as fuck, growing older
You could tell me about the moves of the global order
Time is moving fast, time is moving by
Next thing you know you're fuckin 45 and your getting high
Yeah
What the fuck is real, what the fuck is mine
This is my life, i′ll tell you I am fine, so
I'm bouncing, the raving, the craze
I'm getting so lost in the haze
I′m drowning, I′m drowning don't know what to say
All I don′t know what the day was today, yeah
I'm losing it down in the spray
I′m using it every fucking day
I'm losing it all down in my face
G′s in G's out yeah i'm mother fucking OK
It′s a long day, motherfucking long wave
Short time, short say, little goes a long way
It′s a bars worth, what the fuck is gonna hurt
Put it in your damn shirt, tell me yeah whats hurt?
Where's the real deal at?
With a real ball pack
In the door, boss bag
When your till gets whacked
And your pulse goes flat
You can hold it all back
Just put it on the stacks
Yeah I just got it like
Making these moves, the beast of my style
This Motherfucker shit that makes you all go wild
Making these miles, I went to the station
I went 5 years with no fucking vacation
Bustin it down, the moves
The pounds the groove, yeah
You know how we move
Yeah, They know how we move, yeah
The pounds down, its so loud, I get lost, it′s a ghost town
The pounds down, its so loud, I get lost, it's a ghost town
Writer(s): Eric Matthew Askedall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
