I wake up first thing that I do in the morning is hop on the mic yo
I know know who I am so I couldn't care less if you hate or dislike yo
I stopped depending on others when I clocked my failures are my fault
I realized that the root of disappointment is high hopes
I love me a shorty with drip yeah a fashion killa that's my type yo
A girl is a gun so I'm tryna have fun with a Saint Laurent rifle
January fashion week I was taking pictures by the Eiffel
Now I'm living quarantined tryna feed my brain to keep my mind full
Honestly Sometimes in life I feel like I'm walking on a tight rope
But I cannot lie to you yeah this music is ting is really how I cope
I got in my bag and I poured all my feelings up in a styrofoam
I stopped fearing death coz that's the only thing that's promised in life yo
Sage - Ego Death! Lyrics
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I wake up first thing that I do in the morning is hop on the mic yo
I know know who I am so I couldn't care less if you hate or dislike yo
I stopped depending on others when I clocked my failures are my fault
I realized that the root of disappointment is high hopes
I love me a shorty with drip yeah a fashion killa that's my type yo
A girl is a gun so I'm tryna have fun with a Saint Laurent rifle
January fashion week I was taking pictures by the Eiffel
Now I'm living quarantined tryna feed my brain to keep my mind full
Honestly Sometimes in life I feel like I'm walking on a tight rope
But I cannot lie to you yeah this music is ting is really how I cope
I got in my bag and I poured all my feelings up in a styrofoam
I stopped fearing death coz that's the only thing that's promised in life yo
I know know who I am so I couldn't care less if you hate or dislike yo
I stopped depending on others when I clocked my failures are my fault
I realized that the root of disappointment is high hopes
I love me a shorty with drip yeah a fashion killa that's my type yo
A girl is a gun so I'm tryna have fun with a Saint Laurent rifle
January fashion week I was taking pictures by the Eiffel
Now I'm living quarantined tryna feed my brain to keep my mind full
Honestly Sometimes in life I feel like I'm walking on a tight rope
But I cannot lie to you yeah this music is ting is really how I cope
I got in my bag and I poured all my feelings up in a styrofoam
I stopped fearing death coz that's the only thing that's promised in life yo
Writer: D'Andre Henry-Cameron
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