Letras
I ain't an artist
I am art
Used to get mad at myself a lot
'Cause I realised
I didn't work enough
Felt like my all-in
Might've been a bluff
A man of mankind
Must have more on his mind
Than to bust a nut
Am I right or not
So I started going hard with these words I got
But at times
I get outta luck
Every time I see the TV screen I split (I split)
One wants to keep on working yet
He wants to quit
I'm so sick of His shit
A hitman too slick
With his hits, way too quick
For me to duck him
He worst than the Grim
Reaper, both take lives
One with death
While the Other eats time
Feeding us lies
Funny things is
I know his business
A time collector and a con-artiste
That fakes to be me
Leonardo Picchi
Con-crastination
We call him Connie
(Nice! Another song done, now I only got... 5, 5 songs? Fuck, I'm never gonna make it)
Hush little baby
Now don't you cry
(What?)
Just take a walk with me outside
(Okay)
I wonder why
You see me as a bad guy
I'm just trynna make sure
That you're feeling fine
(Aight...)
"With my time, in California" - why
You got so much time
You should travel nations
(What?)
You need Inspiration
(I don't need her, I do it for her)
Man forget about her
What about
(Who?)
That girl
What was her name? Al- some some
You should try and get some some
(Stop!)
Take her car and zoom zoom
You're young so have fun
Your friends more important than your plans