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Peter Pan Video (MV)




Performed By: ACE the Child
Length: 4:08
Written by: Christopher Bustamante




ACE the Child - Peter Pan Lyrics
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F*ck it, let's go straight in
Look
Take a look into my soul, you gon see a lot
I ain't felt this way
In a minute, texted me she home alone
I'm on my way
Then I get it
In my bag now, see that's fact now
You better back down
Got cash now
Getting cash now
Got some bands now
I ain't Peter Pan but I still kill a hook
(Kill a hook)
I ain't reading, man but I'm still getting booked
(Ge-getting booked)
Ain't Katrina, man but I'm still making waves
(Making waves)
F*ck with me, just know I ain't gon play those games
(Pla-play those games)
Got me a better life
(A better life)
Been through way too much to say I'm ending life
I ain't felt alive like this in a f*cking minute
F*ck it imma get it
F*ck it I invented this shit
F*ck it I been in bitch
King of El Paso's rap scene
Call me John like Imma legend and shit
And let it be like John Lennon and shit
Damn
I know I'm in love, cause when I hit, it hits differently,
F*ck it, I'm finna be the greatest rapper coming out my city
Mothaf*ck an enemy
Imma go hard
Got like 4 inch scars
Ain't no foreign cars, but on God
Imma cop the crib that got like 4 garages
And I called it
I can say I called it
Felt like I been falling, hit the bottom
I can say I'm not alright but that's aight with me
I ain't got the time for these bitches like T
Got no competition since there ain't nobody like me
Tired of the same old demons weighing down my soul
Want the plain jane Maserati, looking like the pope
Tired of the same old story, look it's getting old
Maybe you can find some gold just take a look into my soul
You gon see a lot
I ain't felt this way
In a minute, texted me she home alone
I'm on my way
Then I get it
In my bag now
See that's fact now
You better back down
Got cash now
Getting cash now
Got some bands now
I ain't Peter Pan but I still kill a hook
(Kill a hook!)
I ain't reading, man but I'm still getting booked
(Ge-getting booked!)
Ain't Katrina, man but I'm still making waves
(Making waves)
F*ck with me, just know I ain't gon play those games
(Pla-play those games)
Got me a better life
Welcome to my hell
This is my reality
The reality I live in
I ain't Peter Pan but I still kill a hook
I ain't reading, man but I'm still getting booked
Ain't Katrina, man but I'm still making waves
F*ck with me, just know I ain't gon play those games
A new day, new problem
New season, new autumn
Few gon make it out
Few gon make it out
Few gon make it out the bottom
Feel like I'm living in Neverland
All this making me a better man
But I don't know, shit
I don't know, shit
I don't know if it's worth it
Working every single day for the front page
Minimum wage, I'll pray to be up soon
If I love what, if I love who
If I'm tryina f*ck, then I love you
Just confused on what love do
Got shit I really needa undo
Oh, you good, nah that's cool
Have a nice day, nah f*ck you
Damn
Feel like it's everyday now
Running from these issues
Running from these problems
Shit
Look into my soul, you gon see a lot
I ain't felt this way
In a minute, I could paint a picture every single day
Cause it's vivid
This don't feel right, this don't feel right
Bitch, I'm still tryina keep my mind quiet
Shit, don't ask me how I'm doing right now
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F*ck it, let's go straight in
Look
Take a look into my soul, you gon see a lot
I ain't felt this way
In a minute, texted me she home alone
I'm on my way
Then I get it
In my bag now, see that's fact now
You better back down
Got cash now
Getting cash now
Got some bands now
I ain't Peter Pan but I still kill a hook
(Kill a hook)
I ain't reading, man but I'm still getting booked
(Ge-getting booked)
Ain't Katrina, man but I'm still making waves
(Making waves)
F*ck with me, just know I ain't gon play those games
(Pla-play those games)
Got me a better life
(A better life)
Been through way too much to say I'm ending life
I ain't felt alive like this in a f*cking minute
F*ck it imma get it
F*ck it I invented this shit
F*ck it I been in bitch
King of El Paso's rap scene
Call me John like Imma legend and shit
And let it be like John Lennon and shit
Damn
I know I'm in love, cause when I hit, it hits differently,
F*ck it, I'm finna be the greatest rapper coming out my city
Mothaf*ck an enemy
Imma go hard
Got like 4 inch scars
Ain't no foreign cars, but on God
Imma cop the crib that got like 4 garages
And I called it
I can say I called it
Felt like I been falling, hit the bottom
I can say I'm not alright but that's aight with me
I ain't got the time for these bitches like T
Got no competition since there ain't nobody like me
Tired of the same old demons weighing down my soul
Want the plain jane Maserati, looking like the pope
Tired of the same old story, look it's getting old
Maybe you can find some gold just take a look into my soul
You gon see a lot
I ain't felt this way
In a minute, texted me she home alone
I'm on my way
Then I get it
In my bag now
See that's fact now
You better back down
Got cash now
Getting cash now
Got some bands now
I ain't Peter Pan but I still kill a hook
(Kill a hook!)
I ain't reading, man but I'm still getting booked
(Ge-getting booked!)
Ain't Katrina, man but I'm still making waves
(Making waves)
F*ck with me, just know I ain't gon play those games
(Pla-play those games)
Got me a better life
Welcome to my hell
This is my reality
The reality I live in
I ain't Peter Pan but I still kill a hook
I ain't reading, man but I'm still getting booked
Ain't Katrina, man but I'm still making waves
F*ck with me, just know I ain't gon play those games
A new day, new problem
New season, new autumn
Few gon make it out
Few gon make it out
Few gon make it out the bottom
Feel like I'm living in Neverland
All this making me a better man
But I don't know, shit
I don't know, shit
I don't know if it's worth it
Working every single day for the front page
Minimum wage, I'll pray to be up soon
If I love what, if I love who
If I'm tryina f*ck, then I love you
Just confused on what love do
Got shit I really needa undo
Oh, you good, nah that's cool
Have a nice day, nah f*ck you
Damn
Feel like it's everyday now
Running from these issues
Running from these problems
Shit
Look into my soul, you gon see a lot
I ain't felt this way
In a minute, I could paint a picture every single day
Cause it's vivid
This don't feel right, this don't feel right
Bitch, I'm still tryina keep my mind quiet
Shit, don't ask me how I'm doing right now
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Writer: Christopher Bustamante
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