Lyrics:
So, fuck a nigga, who thought they was handing huh
I live by this notebook, I put my demons and hype on all of these papers
I got bars for any rap
resets every Monday
But it gets better by Tuesday
I gotta find me a new way, to step on my toes like it's ballet
I gotta eat like it's café, they follow my
seven
In the pink palace where men made her legend
Owned by a sheik who killed thousands of gay men
I guess that's why he bought the campest hotel in
Sittin' up in the hotel room lonley
But I thank god I'm wit my homies
But sometimes I wish I was back home
But only no radio or videos
'Cause they show me
that
We're in denial but we love the lie
Gucci's going to take on my hometown
Got to take to life in the Venetian Hotel
It feeds back to
The same
Ooh, look at all this company coming round tonight.
Even Catherine O'Hara's come by to say hello.
You really want to know?
Well, I'll tell you,
to Dubai
On my poolside, coolin my Audemar
You waterproof fuckin gone
Let em know that I admit
Everywhere around the world and that's cool
But can a hotel
Yeah
Thoughts from my hotel
Aye, thoughts from my hotel
Aye, ayee
I said I'm sick and tired aye
I said I'm sick and tired aye
I said I'm sick
a river flows underneath this city
I'd like to go there with you now my pretty & follow it on for miles & miles, below other people's ordinary lives
On my poolside, coolin my Audemar
You waterproof fuckin gone
Let em know that I admit
Everywhere around the world and that's cool
But can a hotel fuckin
don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly
My own son don't know me
Sitting up in the hotel room lonely
But I thank god I'm wit my
Think everything's fine in the big time
See me in my Lex with the chrome ray shine
So you roll far and live large
It ain't all that goes with being
wanna live in a man's world anymore
Marilyn's bungalow it's number seven
In the pink palace where men made her legend
Owned by a sheik who killed
my type
And you're winnin' from everything that your palm write
Put her in the Palms Hotel, Sin City
Devil in a dress, Platinum Chanel, live
to myself -- how many lives must my pound kill?
Hopefully none, ain't the one to give chase
Hemmed by Jake, worryin who might turn state's
So I chill,
If you decide you hate me then I'll take that choice, but
I gotta tell you my story before you take make that choice, son
You gotta understand, yeah,
so clear
Now later on as the crowd thinned out
And I was just about to do the same
Yeah but she was standing there at the back of my chair
She said
seven
In the pink palace where men made her legend
Owned by a sheik who killed thousands of gay men
I guess that's why he bought the campest hotel in
of the bitches and calls
I don’t take negatives, turn em to odds
I cannot get up and turn on my dogs
She wanna live by the stars
I don’t give a fuck about you,
In order to live
You gotta live evil
I can't even get no
Love from my own people
My life is a movie
There won't be a sequel
They won't ever show it
of her face
In the spotlight so clear.
And later on as the crowd thinned out
I's just about to do the same,
She was standing there in back of my chair
paper arrives with it
Get the magazine if you wanna vibe with it
That rich young queen like I mixed Tide with it
Now I be live with it
I turns on my
I remember the afternoons
At the sidewalk tables of the same old café
With the wicker chairs keepers of the worst secrets of my youth
When life was
Cotton candy stuck in the sky like clouds
Accomplished by over two hundred people standing around
Blowing them into the air at the same time
I
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