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[Verse 1]
I am your son, you are my mother
I’m on my own, you’re not my lover
Don’t tell me how to live
I am your son, you are my father
You led us like lambs on our way to the slaughter
Who do you think you are?

[Pre-Chorus]
One, two, three
I know you lied to me
I can see
Now that I’m free

[Chorus]
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses

[Verse 2]
I am your son, she’s not my mother
You think she’s perfect, to me, just another
Do you think it’s okay?
But I am your son, for worse or for better
Despite the fact that you a homewrecker
I guess that’s who you are

[Pre-Chorus]
One, two, three
I know you lied to me
I can see
Now that I’m free

[Chorus]
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses

[Bridge]
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses

[Chorus]
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses

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[Verse 1]
Got my bills all paid, not mad about it
Got my whip upgrade, not mad about it
Got Mexico vaca’, not mad about it
My brain a grenade, I’m sad about it
I’m sad about it, sad, sad, sad about it
Got my retro ones, not mad about it
On my second album, not mad about it
Got my stacks in tons, not mad about it
Bags unloaded, gun, I’m sad about it
I’m sad about it, sad, sad, sad about it
I’m sad about it, sad, sad (Sad, sad)

[Chorus]
I’m down
I should be on top but I’m always underground
Things are looking up, but I’m making myself drown
My anxiety and money just compounds
I’ll be right here just waiting underground

[Verse 2]
Five star meals, I’m boug’, not mad about it
She’s stayin’ pre-approved, not mad about it
Adidas black tracksuit, not mad about it
Attitude unglued, I’m sad about it
I’m sad about it, sad, sad, sad about it
I’m sad about it, sad, sad (Sad, sad)

[Chorus]
I’m down
I should be on top but I’m always underground
Things are looking up, but I’m making myself drown
My anxiety and money just compounds
I’ll be right here just waiting underground

[Bridge]
I’m sad about it, sad, sad, sad about it
I’m sad about it, sad, sad, sad about it
I’m sad about it, sad, sad, sad about it
I’m sad about it, sad, sad, sad about it

[Chorus]

I should be on top but I’m always underground
Things are looking up, but I’m making myself drown
My anxiety and money just compounds
I’ll be right here just waiting underground

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[Verse 1]
Watch me when you call my name
See me sparkle, see me flame
Singing a song, playing a game
Oh, I’m so glad you came

[Chorus]
Da Um Da Um Da Um Da, Da-Da-Da
Da Um Da Um Da Um Da, Da-Da-Da

Watch me when you look my way
See me smiling, be my night and day
Touch me in your own sweet way
Feel me tremble you take my words away

[Chorus]
Da Um Da Um Da Um Da, Da-Da-Da
Da Um Da Um Da Um Da, Da-Da-Da

All of the time I love you
Make you a rhyme, I love you
Say it in mine

[Chorus]
Da Um Da Um Da Um Da, Da-Da-Da
Da Um Da Um Da Um Da, Da-Da-Da

Watch me when I’m on my own
See me falling like the snow
Come and be the things you are
I am still falling, but not quite so far

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[Chorus: PnB Rock]
Fast whip, foreign cars
With a bad bitch, she fuck me like a porn star
We be blowin’ cash quick like it’s no tomorrow
When we get so high, be so high, we might just go to Mars
Shit, I’m talkin’ fast whips, foreign cars
With a bad bitch, she fuck me like a porn star
We be blowin’ cash quick like it’s no tomorrow
When we get so high, be so high, we might just go to Mars

[Verse 1: PnB Rock]
Fast whips
Bad bitch
Ridin’ ’round the city smokin’ on that gas, bitch
On the way to [?], she into fashion
She the type to go fuck up a bag quick
Flex on ’em, fuck up a check on ’em
Ice on my neck on ’em
Ice on my neck on ’em
Ice on my wrist, bitch
I got ’em sick, bitch
Young nigga lit, bitch
Young nigga rich, bitch
New whip alert, new bitch alert
New drip alert, I got they feelings hurt
All in my pockets, yeah, they got the blues
All of my bitches, they come home in twos
Don’t come too close, you not takin’ my jewels
Try me, I swear, you makin’ the news, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: PnB Rock]
Fast whip, foreign cars
With a bad bitch, she fuck me like a porn star
We be blowin’ cash quick like it’s no tomorrow
When we get so high, be so high, we might just go to Mars
Shit, I’m talkin’ fast whips, foreign cars
With a bad bitch, she fuck me like a porn star
We be blowin’ cash quick like it’s no tomorrow
When we get so high, be so high, we might just go to Mars

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
Walk in the mall, I got cash
Don’t even ask for the price
She so excited to fuck, she gon’ remember this for the rest of her life
If you wanna fuck me, bitch, you gotta go through the guys
Look at the flick of the wrist, I payed a hundred for mines
If it cross yo mind to take my chain, you don’t give a fuck about life
Middle of the day, I’m fuckin’ tonight and that’s how I’m endin’ my night
This AP’ll light up yo’ life, this Draco’ll light up the night
You owe me money? Pull up with mine, you know I ain’t tellin’ you twice
‘Cause that choppa like yo’ ace, bitch, it ain’t gon’ miss you, nigga
And God really with you if I missed you, nigga
Switchin’ lanes in that Tiger, that’s a Bently, nigga
I fuck with Rock the long way, Detroit to Philly, nigga

[Chorus: PnB Rock]
Fast whip, foreign cars
With a bad bitch, she fuck me like a porn star
We be blowin’ cash quick like it’s no tomorrow
When we get so high, be so high, we might just go to Mars
Shit, I’m talkin’ fast whips, foreign cars
With a bad bitch, she fuck me like a porn star
We be blowin’ cash quick like it’s no tomorrow
When we get so high, be so high, we might just go to Mars

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[Intro]
Let’s get it

[Chorus]
I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Don’t need these hoes, hundred racks to blow
Nigga, I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Let’s get this dough, run the world for sure
I got bands

[Verse 1]
Man, I’m in these streets it’s been a long day (bands)
‘Bout to sign this deal and throw it all away (bands)
‘Bout to cop the crib that Dame lost today (bands)
Funny, look at them niggas that slippin’
You trippin’, no fear, my niggas, we get it (bands)
I’m looking down at the whole world through these glass ceilings (bands)
And when I step outside, bad bitches with me (bands)
Back in my section, twisting that la-la, can’t let it stress me (bands)
Wake up, fall asleep to Dizzy Gillespie (bands)
Ba-back it up and break it down (bands)
She gon’ bust it on this dick, you gon’ take her out of town (bands)
I put ice in my veeners, I put rubies in my crown (bands)
Count them stacks and blow them racks, niggas know who they around

[Chorus]
I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Don’t need these hoes, hundred racks to blow
Nigga, I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Let’s get this dough, run the world for sure
I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn, la-la)
Don’t need these hoes, hundred racks to blow (la-la)
Nigga, I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn, la-la)
Let’s get this dough, run the world for sure (la-la)
I got bands

[Verse 2]
Work, work, work, work, pose, makin’ work (bands)
I gave her Pauly D, I’m a fuckin’ jerk (bands)
If we take all of these shots, we gon’ go berserk (bands)
Shut the fuck up, bitch, you trippin’
Really though lately don’t like to do lots of smoke
Lots of hoes down to blow (bands)
Vamanos, time to go, we gon’ go straight to the workin’ now (bands)
Now only my niggas I care about, fuckin’ ’round, bitch, you be carried out (bands)
Pharaoh nigga, high class (bands)
Selena at the cover, her booty, shine with your fly ass (bands)
Did you mean trendin’ top, Scott, La Flame, making G.O. chop (bands)
With a Russian, that model cop
And make your bitch-ass look microscop’
Yes Lord (bands)

[Interlude]
(Ooooh, I know you bitch niggas hate me now)
I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands

[Chorus]
I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Don’t need these hoes, hundred racks to blow
Nigga, I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Let’s get this dough, run the world for sure
I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn, la-la)
Don’t need these hoes, hundred racks to blow (la-la)
Nigga, I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn, la-la)
Let’s get this dough, run the world for sure (la-la)
I got bands

[Interlude]
(Ooooh, I know you bitch niggas hate me now)
I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands
(Ooooh, I know you bitch niggas hate me now)
I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands
(Ooooh, I know you bitch niggas hate me now)
I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands
(Ooooh, I know you bitch niggas hate me now)
I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands

[Verse 3]
Lately, I been goin’ crazy
Laughin’, drinkin’, find myself in arms of different women, huh
Toast it, I need to use my cerebellum
Tried to tell ‘em cut that rap shit all that wack shit’s underwhelming
Time’s ticking, palms itching
Mom’s tripping, tired of living, mad decisions, I’ll kill ‘em

[Interlude]
(Ooooh, I know you bitch niggas hate me now)
I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands

[Chorus]
I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Don’t need these hoes, hundred racks to blow
Nigga, I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Let’s get this dough, run the world for sure
I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn, la-la)
Don’t need these hoes, hundred racks to blow (la-la)
Nigga, I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn, la-la)
Let’s get this dough, run the world for sure (la-la)
I got bands