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Puzzle Pieces Lyrics



Puzzle Pieces Lyrics
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These f*ckers they can't stand
When I take the fall over
I see the trees and leave
Read my roots 'til I'm over
My bets over the counter
This paranoia gettin' louder
Gettin' lost watching Chowder
My cereal tasting sour
I've worked my whole life
To become a pro artist
Painting picture that are worth
More than the Mona Lisa portrait
But I've scrapped everything
And I mean everything I've ever worked on
How can you be an artist, when you don't got no art?
But my mind state like Empire State
So I'm trynna be great
Working a pizza job
I can never be late
I done just graduated, my momma glad I made it
But I ain't really make it
For now I just fake it, yeah
Anime make my brain shake, Keke flying on my thoughts train
Can feel her magic flowing through my bass that real music make me feel okay
Bebop floating me away, I don't ever wanna change
If I never feel the same, social media take the blame cause
Red carpets like red targets
Slit wrists like selfie sticks
Friends and fam that's where my heart is
Bad bitches got privileges
Fall asleep in my dream world, where everything's free
Where everybody can be
Anything they wanna be
Middle school kids get bullied
For trynna be different
Wanna free the soul, now you all feeling lifted, yeah
Holy bells makes it Gods ding
Holy rings makes it Gods bling
I just wanna do God things
But what's a Gods thing?
Anime make my brain shake, Keke flying on my thoughts train
Can feel her magic flowing through my bass that real music make me feel okay
Bebop floating me away, I don't ever wanna change
If I never feel the same, social media take the blame, yeah
Red carpets like red targets
Slit wrists like selfie sticks
Friends and fam that's where my heart is
Bad bitches got privileges
Fall asleep in my dream world, where everything's free
Where everybody can be
Anything they wanna be, be
If I skate to take my mind away from all the pain that's sank and the words are blank
And a young man sipping on a drank than what the f*ck can I really say
I don't rock the chains, I let my faith hold the wait
But I don't pray for Jesus sake, nah I'm just floating on a lake
(Get the f*ck out my way) Get the f*ck out my way
I got music I gotta make
Get this chicken oof of my plate, yeah
Marinate in the bass
They kept the kid in a cage now he breaking free feel safe
I can't try too hard this shit effortless
Cold swag making them get sick
Flu Games on my Jordans is the greatest thing of this game of his
That's Curry deep he don't ever miss gave my opponent a hand then I take that shit
If we in the studio then I'm zoning in, I don't play when it comes to this
Made happy music needed happy sounds
My mind state was down made a turn around
What goes around always comes around that's why my globe always spinning now
My world makes newer sounds, aah ahh
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These f*ckers they can't stand
When I take the fall over
I see the trees and leave
Read my roots 'til I'm over
My bets over the counter
This paranoia gettin' louder
Gettin' lost watching Chowder
My cereal tasting sour
I've worked my whole life
To become a pro artist
Painting picture that are worth
More than the Mona Lisa portrait
But I've scrapped everything
And I mean everything I've ever worked on
How can you be an artist, when you don't got no art?
But my mind state like Empire State
So I'm trynna be great
Working a pizza job
I can never be late
I done just graduated, my momma glad I made it
But I ain't really make it
For now I just fake it, yeah
Anime make my brain shake, Keke flying on my thoughts train
Can feel her magic flowing through my bass that real music make me feel okay
Bebop floating me away, I don't ever wanna change
If I never feel the same, social media take the blame cause
Red carpets like red targets
Slit wrists like selfie sticks
Friends and fam that's where my heart is
Bad bitches got privileges
Fall asleep in my dream world, where everything's free
Where everybody can be
Anything they wanna be
Middle school kids get bullied
For trynna be different
Wanna free the soul, now you all feeling lifted, yeah
Holy bells makes it Gods ding
Holy rings makes it Gods bling
I just wanna do God things
But what's a Gods thing?
Anime make my brain shake, Keke flying on my thoughts train
Can feel her magic flowing through my bass that real music make me feel okay
Bebop floating me away, I don't ever wanna change
If I never feel the same, social media take the blame, yeah
Red carpets like red targets
Slit wrists like selfie sticks
Friends and fam that's where my heart is
Bad bitches got privileges
Fall asleep in my dream world, where everything's free
Where everybody can be
Anything they wanna be, be
If I skate to take my mind away from all the pain that's sank and the words are blank
And a young man sipping on a drank than what the f*ck can I really say
I don't rock the chains, I let my faith hold the wait
But I don't pray for Jesus sake, nah I'm just floating on a lake
(Get the f*ck out my way) Get the f*ck out my way
I got music I gotta make
Get this chicken oof of my plate, yeah
Marinate in the bass
They kept the kid in a cage now he breaking free feel safe
I can't try too hard this shit effortless
Cold swag making them get sick
Flu Games on my Jordans is the greatest thing of this game of his
That's Curry deep he don't ever miss gave my opponent a hand then I take that shit
If we in the studio then I'm zoning in, I don't play when it comes to this
Made happy music needed happy sounds
My mind state was down made a turn around
What goes around always comes around that's why my globe always spinning now
My world makes newer sounds, aah ahh
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Writer: Christian Hopper
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