whoseURS. - cook&holloway. Lyrics

Good money good pussy good weed
I don't know what any of it means
I mean I know I need money
I know what good pussy feel like trust me
My homies getting high I try feel like I'm gonna die
Guess thats just the way it go
Is home where the homies are or where you were born
Sorry had that question on my mind before
Capital interest never seemed to interesting
Marriage seem less about love than investing
I got some women that are very tempting
I don't know people get to temperamental
Prefer to speak to instrumentals
Not concerned with a plaque or my records pressed on precious metals
It don't seem to detrimental
Till you take it to the top of your mental

Faith, Family, and friends
These are the things to get you through to the end
But I never found freedom in religion
It just showed me people aren't willing to bend
Baba black sheep stranger in the mirror
Blah blah too deep grab another beer
Think about your family while you pass out on your couch
Think bout how they raised you while you grapple with your doubts
Be a f*cking man then reject your masculinity
Definition of a mans defined by your entity
F*ck a construct ain't that concept fantastic
Everything is fake and sold to you in plastic

I'm giving no warning
What's important
Thought about it this morning
Live like Meursault gonna put you in a hole
Die a stranger to yourself defined by a role