Well
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Yeah Lot of folks want a check off me Not a lot wanna check on me Talking to me like, "Where's my cut?" Like I got treasure chests on me Talking to me like, "Damn, you've changed" Talking to me one mile a minute Then they ask me for a picture though And wonder why I don't smile in it Ay, put on my hoodie then put on my coat Covering my face up so you didn't know See me in public with head to my toes Probably me, you should leave me alone Spent the whole week in the booth all alone My manager want a song that is happy Back to the lab to rewrite what I wrote Maybe I cannot do this shit alone Maybe I need me a ghostwriter too Write me a song that I probably should use Happy-go-lucky and sing me a tune Maybe can help me with choruses too Lord knows, that isn't my strong suit Lord knows, I'm lacking attributes Lord knows, every time my manager call me Mothafucka, I got this attitude The worst part of doing things all by yourself Is when they fall you cannot blame nobody else I could be on the floor and dying by myself And still be too embarrassed asking for your help I can't complain, but if I could I probably would, so in that case I'm doing well, I'm doing well I'm doing well I'm 'bout to fall, but when I pick up on your call I'm doing well, I'm doing well I'm smart enough to write this song But not enough to go market it Rich enough not to worry 'bout it But not enough to let mamma quit I'm wise enough to know who I am But not enough to know what I can be Loud enough for them to hear me out But not enough for them to understand me I'm proud enough to brag all the time But not enough to forget the flaws Loyal enough to buy my friends a meal But not enough to give my friend a job I'm liked enough, not to get kicked out But not enough for them to invite me Cool enough to bring a chick back But not enough for her to really like me Ay, free shit, free shit All around my house just free shit I'm famous enough to get shit for free But not enough to get the shit I like Reliable enough to kill the show But not enough to show up on time Believe in myself enough to grind But not enough to not fucking sign Ay, tell the label I need a crib With a tennis court for mommy and a bed for my bitch Both of 'em know my life is all up in the air Right now this could be the biggest I get So right now tell my manager bring in the paperwork I know that it ain't about the money, sure I know how the paper work I know how the fame work I know how the dues work I'm a success now, but still could be a loser The worst part of doing things all by yourself Is when they fall you cannot blame nobody else I could be on the floor and dying by myself And still be too embarrassed asking for your help I can't complain, but if I could I probably would, so in that case I'm doing well, I'm doing well I'm doing well I'm 'bout to fall, but when I pick up on your call I'm doing well, I'm doing well
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Written by: Benjamin David Goldberg
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