Talk about self worth
Self work what you sell yourself for
A 9-5, a dumb whore, I look in the mirror And know it's all been done before
Average grades poor attendance
Dealing with more lessons
Guess what you can call an adolescent
Finish the walk that I'm progressing
And the road my soul projecting
And there's nothing I can be mad for
Knockin down dominos it opens the next Door
Everything I do a gamble
Win or loose I introduce the example
So I take a seat make a beat listen to me Ramble
And I kill this shit like a fetus through a ran Hoe
Over simple drums small sample and pianos
F*ck a program make a slow jam
Just because I love it, I don't drop for the Public
No strings attached I make music for the F*ck of it
Channel the energy beat the evil that enters Me
These industry plants and subjects can have There 20 minutes of success
Find me a real job let my happiness progress
Money drugs and sex is all that you spit for
Or some bills meals a nice dress for yo bitch Whore
Not mad, not upset, I do it to get the shit up off my chest
Better yet to make myself happy so I can go get me some rest
Insomniac these thoughts they love to keep an addict up
Heart attacks the way she got me locked up get her knocked up till she take the mornin after
Troublematic I reflect when I touch the acid
Bitch swallow and she bouncin like some rabbits
Leaving glitter on my face like she using up magic
Don't curse yourself don't leave you stranded
Cleanin up the mess and damages
Heal these wounds you gone I lost my bandages
I turn into the medic
Percriptions i use f*ckin pathetic
All the things I do f*ckin regret it
Since you've been gone
I've been making these songs
Using this time to move on
Yeah yeah move along
Yeah yeah move along
Time for me to sing another song
For you Another day another day
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Talk about self worth
Self work what you sell yourself for
A 9-5, a dumb whore, I look in the mirror And know it's all been done before
Average grades poor attendance
Dealing with more lessons
Guess what you can call an adolescent
Finish the walk that I'm progressing
And the road my soul projecting
And there's nothing I can be mad for
Knockin down dominos it opens the next Door
Everything I do a gamble
Win or loose I introduce the example
So I take a seat make a beat listen to me Ramble
And I kill this shit like a fetus through a ran Hoe
Over simple drums small sample and pianos
F*ck a program make a slow jam
Just because I love it, I don't drop for the Public
No strings attached I make music for the F*ck of it
Channel the energy beat the evil that enters Me
These industry plants and subjects can have There 20 minutes of success
Find me a real job let my happiness progress
Money drugs and sex is all that you spit for
Or some bills meals a nice dress for yo bitch Whore
Not mad, not upset, I do it to get the shit up off my chest
Better yet to make myself happy so I can go get me some rest
Insomniac these thoughts they love to keep an addict up
Heart attacks the way she got me locked up get her knocked up till she take the mornin after
Troublematic I reflect when I touch the acid
Bitch swallow and she bouncin like some rabbits
Leaving glitter on my face like she using up magic
Don't curse yourself don't leave you stranded
Cleanin up the mess and damages
Heal these wounds you gone I lost my bandages
I turn into the medic
Percriptions i use f*ckin pathetic
All the things I do f*ckin regret it
Since you've been gone
I've been making these songs
Using this time to move on
Yeah yeah move along
Yeah yeah move along
Time for me to sing another song
For you Another day another day
Self work what you sell yourself for
A 9-5, a dumb whore, I look in the mirror And know it's all been done before
Average grades poor attendance
Dealing with more lessons
Guess what you can call an adolescent
Finish the walk that I'm progressing
And the road my soul projecting
And there's nothing I can be mad for
Knockin down dominos it opens the next Door
Everything I do a gamble
Win or loose I introduce the example
So I take a seat make a beat listen to me Ramble
And I kill this shit like a fetus through a ran Hoe
Over simple drums small sample and pianos
F*ck a program make a slow jam
Just because I love it, I don't drop for the Public
No strings attached I make music for the F*ck of it
Channel the energy beat the evil that enters Me
These industry plants and subjects can have There 20 minutes of success
Find me a real job let my happiness progress
Money drugs and sex is all that you spit for
Or some bills meals a nice dress for yo bitch Whore
Not mad, not upset, I do it to get the shit up off my chest
Better yet to make myself happy so I can go get me some rest
Insomniac these thoughts they love to keep an addict up
Heart attacks the way she got me locked up get her knocked up till she take the mornin after
Troublematic I reflect when I touch the acid
Bitch swallow and she bouncin like some rabbits
Leaving glitter on my face like she using up magic
Don't curse yourself don't leave you stranded
Cleanin up the mess and damages
Heal these wounds you gone I lost my bandages
I turn into the medic
Percriptions i use f*ckin pathetic
All the things I do f*ckin regret it
Since you've been gone
I've been making these songs
Using this time to move on
Yeah yeah move along
Yeah yeah move along
Time for me to sing another song
For you Another day another day
Writer: Dylan Yazzie
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid