Obligations

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T Shan

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Ay, ay
Obligated, obligated, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I got obligations, obligations, whoa, whoa, whoa
It ain't really all that complicated, no, no, no
Know I'm always in the conversation, don't you know
Goals on happiness and compensation, gol, gol, gol (Gol!)
I ain't really here to brighten up your cold soul
Only 'fraid of failure and losing my solo flow
God, I'm in the fucking zone
Jordan year will come and go
Kobe year but ain't no beef
Just old strangers, c'est la vie
After me then take a seat
I'll keep you waiting, maitre d'
Two flags, so for which one do I take a knee?
'Cause f*ck a hand to my heart
What the hell is home but just a place you plan to depart?
I only make music for the wild
So if you're cool in your town
And ain't been dreaming, you ain't suiting my style
Does it count as a first time if you can't remember?
Where the grown women at, I'm done with all the Panhellenic
And she's just a side thing
So why do I try
To convince her that she's more?
These days just fly by, I
Only do this so I won't die when I'm gone
And that's the biggest obligation of all, yeah
I got obligations, obligations, whoa, whoa, whoa
It ain't really all that complicated, no, no, no
Know I'm always in the conversation, don't you know
Goals on happiness and compensation, gol, gol, gol (Gol!)
Used to be the rudeboy, now I'm getting lowkey
If you ain't heard the music then you didn't know me, oh yeah
(Yeah)
And if you become an obligation
Then we’ve gotta face it
I've been thriving, I've been multiplying, ay, ay, ay
F*ck the bullshit, man, I'm so defiant, ay, ay, ay
Ask my mama, bitch, I told you I've been paid, paid, paid
Still been rapping, still look dapper, it's the same old thang
You're my hurricane, ay, you were my ay bay bay (Bay, bay)
We might f*ck for nostalgia, but don't you say my name
These the glory days, I'm now-stalgic
Chasing life in Dublin with meu manos de São Paulo (Brazilia)
I got thoughts in the pipeline, thots in line for the pipe
I put all my thoughts online for the hype
And the therapy, now only Father Time has been scaring me
I don’t trust people like me, I know myself and I worry me
K-Town with your Bengali girl
And we’re going Hollywood
White girls on Sundays cause you know they like it bottomless
Probably overconfident
But this era's ominous
Gotta exercise my freedoms before they abolish it
This some baller shit, resolution: offering fewer apologies
And eating properly until my wallet thins (Yeah, yeah)
Let's be honest, I should never be anonymous (Woo! Anonymous)
I never wear a white mask, nah, I’m proud of this
Ain’t no telling who the f*ck that I’ll offend
Common sense and empathy, all I want from the populace, I
Only do this so I won't die when I'm gone
And your obligation’s rapping along
I got obligations, obligations, whoa, whoa, whoa
It ain't really all that complicated, no, no, no
Know I'm always in the conversation, don't you know
Goals on happiness and compensation, gol, gol, gol (Gol!)
Used to be the rudeboy, now I'm getting lowkey
If you ain't heard the music then you didn't know me, oh yeah
(Yeah)
And if you become an obligation
Then we’ve gotta face it
Bragging like I motherfucking got it, ay, ay, ay
They bump me in the white hoods, but no K-K-K
Been myself, f*ck tradition, I ain't saving face
Still been rapping, still look dapper, it's the same old thang
Yeah
It's the same old, same old, same old
It's the same old thang, yeah
Better know that I've got obligations, woo!

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