2am
Boosack
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Yeah yeah Don turn me up a little bit Sack need a fucking plaque dawg And I'm never going back dawg Yeah yeah I listen to beats on repeat hoping I pop off Like the Henny bottles we love not to leave to drop of Like some praising Will leave me in amazement If it just happens at the mothafucking top floor And no one can take my work attached, google doc forms Financial compensation, know I'm patiently waiting For the b's claiming they was here that's gon be a bad swarm No more grief for fam, fulfilled even if my life's gone But as the next man I get just as impatient My adolescence breeds dissatisfaction for what I've tasted Everyday I wake up and never get complacent And the day's work doesn't seem to match in compensation So for every listen, I shower with gratitude For every share, Im grateful I bring value to Each and every individual at every latitude Finna set an example And make some power moves 2 AM Eastern time zone Write till' my hand aches and my mind's gone Yeah, and my mind's gone Yeah, 2 AM Eastern time zone Write till' my hand aches and my fucking mind's gone. Yeah, my mind's gone I'm already coming up I can feel the salinity I'm 18 and already fear losing creativity Don't put me on a pedestal Cause my greatest fear is me And all my thoughts let me spread it on this soliloquy I think about being that old man who never achieved his dreams Saying shit like I could've been a rapper at age 63 While I get doubted by the generation long after me And I can't show my work cause I'm not what I used to be I fear being average, classified with the masses Whether it be financial or on this fucking rap shit Like am I gon stick out ,Am I gon put hits out Or would I be stuck with the same curse I wish was cleaned out Will I stick to my word and my actions will never miss out Will I break the curses and walk with the baddest bitch out Will I step up to the plate and on rest day, imma swing out Will I overcome the fear and live the shit that I spit out I don't know That's where I get frustrated I fix it with more work and more patience Can't stop till' my mind and pockets both satiated Tomorrow's success is predicated on what today is I spazzed Cause I needed to be authentic Sack need a plaque and I plan on getting it A million starts with a first step, Im not sweating it If anything, 200,000 I bet I win 2 AM Eastern time zone Write till' my hand aches and my fucking mind's gone My fucking mind's gone 2 AM Eastern time zone Write till' my hand aches and my fucking mind's gone My fucking mind's gone Yes Sir
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