Letras
Ignore the Plaques, Gold, & Chains
I ain't doing this for the fame
Im just working hard to get my money up cause I've been through alotta pain
Lotta bad days on Sundays, thank the lord, I'm still Ok
Make my music the fun way
Give a fuck 'bout your birthday?
Your birthday, I'm Ok, I'm high just like "OJ"
I feel so conflicted like Franklyn in Broadway
And I know that i'm different, I'm proving it someday
Put myself in a box like a shipment to maye
I'm sober, it's a Friday
Im having things my way
I'm snapped back, I could say
I'm paid well in June/May
"You're the greatest" that's cliché
Bro, you're rocking a toupeé
Might crash out like Kanye
I'm fine, bro, I'm Ok
I'm fine, bro, I'm Ok
I'm fine, bro, I'm Ok
I'm Ok
Ignore the Plaques, Gold, & Chains
I ain't doing this for the fame
Im just working hard to get my money up cause I've been through alotta pain
Lotta bad days on Sundays, thank the lord, I'm still Ok
Make my music the fun way
Give a fuck 'bout your birthday?
Your birthday, I'm Ok, I'm high just like "OJ"
I feel so conflicted like Franklyn in Broadway
And I know that i'm different, I'm proving it someday
Put myself in a box like a shipment to maye