M’s in my bank account,
Going out like an auto bot because I be rolling out.
Shorty says I’m spacing out.
Puffing fog like I’m the phantom of an opera house.
Than fighting dragons with my Viking shout.
Man things can turn so nuclear,
Call that a fallout.
But everyone has a call of duty,
To knock down structures like an angry birdie.
You can either approach life like the fresh prince,
Or like an Ol ******* by getting your hands *****.
Who cares how you earn money,
It’s what you do with that money.
Uh,
Making bank,
Fk a s*k,
Go hard in that paint,
Uh,
Make that dollar,
Take that day off like Ferris Bueller,
Be a man, don’t ya fking faint!
We ain’t saints.
We as tainted as some fking windows,
So, ***** fate,
Why lay low?
When you still might never get into heavens gate?
I can’t see why we can’t have everything and that slice of cake.
So, while ya do missionary,
Imma continue to procreate,
Got my priorities straight,
Going over 100% percent like All might,
Got some quirks but that just adds to my delight.
I guess you can say that I’m quite smashing,
My girl screams for my fist so badly,
******* on her **** like I’m Kirby,
She my boo, I’m her sully!
Uh,
Got them M’s,
Spending that money.
Got a new whip,
Spending some cash on my honey,
Uh,
Got them M’s,
Spending that money.
Got a new whip,
Spending some cash on my honey!
Yeah, yeah!
I wish everyday were more like this!
Enjoying my time, hope I got more to spend.
Just gotta roll them higher numbers on them dice I guess?
Finding more ways to leave my prints.
Started out like coal, but made myself into a diamond.
Overcame so many foils, because I ain’t no fool to success.
Achieving all my goals, not falling for no schemes from pyramids.
I wish everyday was like this!
Like this, like this!
Everyday, everyday yeah!
Catch a vibe, getting high,
Yeah, yeah!
This is the life, partying every night!
Spending that money, reaching those heights!
Yeah, yeah!
It’ll be alright,
Even if we die young tonight!
It’ll be alright! It’ll be alright!
It’ll be... oh it’ll be...
Just wait and see...
It’ll be... oh it’ll be...
Alright.

I hate ******* happy songs.
You know the ones that encourage you to sing along?

I hate those ******* happy songs.
You know the ones that get stuck in your head all day long?

With those repetitive melodies,
That bash the eardrums like a hammer.
Those **** happy songs.
With their optimistic audacity,
That tries to infect me like a cancer.

I just don’t understand?
Talking about sunshine and rainbows.
The type of **** I cannot stand.
When the government is listening to our convo’s in our condo’s.
Selling the info on demand.

I just don’t understand?
Clapping all our hands.
Or dancing like a maniac,
Which makes me think your either high,
Or just plain mad.

I hate ******* happy songs,
You know the ones that encourage you to sing along?

I hate those ******* happy songs.
You know the ones that get stuck in your head all day long?

With those repetitive melodies,
That bash the eardrums like a hammer.
Those **** happy songs.
With their optimistic audacity,
That tries to infect me like a cancer.

I just don’t understand?
They’re not even remotely realistic,
The type of I **** I just can’t stand.
With words that are not only dumb but simplistic.
I can’t tell if they are pacifistic or sadistic?
Torturing me with things I will never have.

I just don’t understand?
Clapping all our hands.
Or dancing like a maniac,
Which makes me think your either high,
Or just plain mad.

I hate ******* happy songs.
You know the ones that encourage you to sing along?

I hate those ******* happy songs.
You know the ones that get stuck in your head all day long?

With those repetitive melodies,
That bash the eardrums like a hammer.
Those **** happy songs.
With their optimistic audacity,
That tries to infect me like a cancer.

Yeah those **** happy songs.
That are way to long.
You know those **** happy songs.
That get wedged up one’s ***,
Like some thong.
You know those **** happy songs.
That the radio puts on repeat all day long.
You know those **** happy songs.
That bounce back and forth in your head like ping pong.
Yeah, I hate those ******* happy songs!
Oh, lord please just end this song!...
Thank, you!

The colour of my dreams.
Stormy waters, mixed with ice cream.
Golden arches, colliding with rainbows.
Green pastures, filled with tomatoes.
Purple clouds, carrying scarlet roses.
Pink skies, with stars that look like oranges.
These are the colours of my dreams.
Coming together but also juxtaposing each other.
Is this a statement?
Of my mind, my subconscious?
Does it mean nothing?
Or is it just effects from eating wonky porridge?
Or is this some inspiration?
For a canvas my brush has not yet come across?
A blank slate, my tabula rasa.
A place to run free.
A place just for me.
The colours of my dreams.
Colliding with reality.
The colours of my dreams.
Washing over me.
Even if means nothing to you,
It’s real to me.
The expression of an artist,
The expression of their own unique creativity.

I wonder what you see when you look into my eyes?
Do you see past the lies?
Do see all the times I cried?
All the times I truly tried.
Tried to go beyond the confines.
That tried to keep me tied?

I wonder what you see when you look into my eyes?
Can you see past all my walls?
Past all my disguises?
Can you see past my falls?
Past all my attempts at suicide?
Can you see it? And if you do,
Do you see me different?

I wonder what you see when you look into my eyes?
All the times I helped feed the homeless?
All the times I talked someone out of being hopeless?
All the times I prayed when I felt faithless.
Can you see my good side?
In all the darkness?
Can you see it? And if you do,
Have you decided?
Whether I’m demonic or Heroic?

Do I deserve redemption?
Or punishment?
Do I deserve salvation?
Or damnation?

Tell me God?
What do you see?
When you look into my eyes?
I wonder, oh I wonder?
What you saw?
When you decided to create me?
Or what you still see in me?
I wonder, oh I wonder.
What you see?

I used to know a boy who was happy,
I’ve seen a heart broken, and innocence forsaken
I’ve tried to sail the sea’s,
But wasn’t ready to face the kraken.

I used to know a boy who was gentle.
I’ve seen anger take over, leaving everything in his path broken.
I’ve tried to be Qui-Gon,
But ended up like Anakin.

I used to know a boy who was thoughtful.
I’ve seen insecurity slowly destroy him, and jealousy consume him.
I’ve tried to blast off into space,
But wasn’t prepared to defend myself against aliens.

Oh, I used to know,
Oh, I used to know,
I used to know how to laugh.
I used to know how to cry.
Oh, I used to know,
Oh, I used to know.

Going 2 steps forward.
Just to go 2 steps back.
Going in circles,
Longing for a straight path.
A never ending cycle,
A never ending story.
I used to want to get older,
But now I wish I could stay younger.

When I used to know.
Oh, when I used to know.
How to laugh, and to cry.
The more I move forward,
The harder it is to say goodbye.
To who I was before all of this.
To who I was before I got stuck in this mess.
Oh, when I used to think.
When I used to think.
Life was the best.
But know I’m in checkmate,
Never knowing I was in a game of chess.

I’m tired of being docile,
I’m just tired from trying to be a decent role model,
As I’m shopping down these Walmart aisles,
With staff circling me like some ******* eels,
Thinking imma steal,
Asking for my receipt as I leave,
Putting they arms on my sleeve,
When I say no,
Because they have no right to check me homie,
Unless they have reason to believe,
That I’m a thieving liar,
But that ain’t me G.
But now you’ve unleashed my fire.
So, some body call the town choir,
Because somebody is about to be fired!
And some of yawl be saying,
But what can I do about racial profiling?
That has undermining and marginalizing,
Anyone that doesn’t conform to white priorities?
Which is ******* silly.
Oh, you don’t like me spitting these facts, sue me.
Truly, this is appalling,
But, most of yawl already stopped listening,
Isn’t it fitting?
In a land of opportunity,
One wrong step, the white cop gonna shoot me.
Arresting me for driving while ethnic,
Didn’t your mother teach you ethics?
When did our world become so pathetic?
Giving people like me smaller portions to live with,
While at the same time telling me to get over it!
I’m so sick and tired of this ****!
Man, I just can no longer stand it!
Getting questioned every time I step out of my **** house,
Man, that tragic.
And it isn’t just Walmart,
Or the cops,
It is this whole **** society,
Institutionalized to give the white kid a lollipop.
Man, **** Walmart,
And the cops,
**** this whole **** society,
For continuing to give marginalized people like me a sucker punch!

My heart is swelling,
Inflating like a balloon,
Soon, I hope my love will reach you.

Soaring high in the sky,
Fluttering like a bird,
Free from the world.
That tries so hard to chain me down.

You are my everything,
You keep me a flight,
I feel like a kite in your embrace.

Feelings drifting through the summer breeze,
Seizing the day ,
Then, after kissing under the moon.

Howling out our love.
Howling with all our might.
That all the world will hear.
But we don't care,
As we soar through the air.
You are my Lois,
Let me be your Superman.