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People on the airwaves always preach who I should be
How to dress
How to talk
“Baby” how to breathe
Wicked artist use their limber fingers
To paint pictures of what young girls are to aspire to be
I’m not alive if I’m not on illegal weed
I’m not in love without a man sitting next to me
Someone tell me if this is all an illusion
Or if I’m just a cog in the…

(CHORUS)
21st Century machine
It’s the place to be…
In the 21st Century Machine
Shelf light and live precariously

VERSE II
Sipping on rosè is your best solution
Down it all till your stumbling with past confusion
Then
Wake up and do it all over again
You only live once, Friday nights your only friend
And you shouldn’t worry
About your weight
And trust me when you’re not looking they’ll all still say you look great
Oh they’ll still say you look great

BRIDGE:
I’m in peril, they wanna give me hell
They look at me with hungry eyes as I’m another Infidel
But oh they like me
That’s why they wish me well
That’s why they pull me gently as I’m trapped inside their meld

Chorus:
In the 21st century machine
It’s the place to be
In the 21st century machine
Shelf light and live precariously
In the 21st century machine
It’s the place to be

ENDING;
And if you saw me right now
Would you still remember me??

I better slow down
‘Cause I keep keep trippin’ on words I don’t wanna say
Just tell me right now
‘Cause I keep keep seein’ the signs you want me to stay

I can’t commit, I can’t make plans
Sometimes the bet ain’t worth the hand
I think you’re special, it makes me sad
Don’t wanna wonder what we could’ve had
And I hope you understand
Don’t get your feelings broken for nothin’
Maybe I’m leavin’
Leavin’ here with nothin’
I might regret that I can’t be your man
Sometimes the bet isn’t worth the hand
And I can’t keep lettin’ this wave carry me away
So tell me right now
‘Cause I keep keep seein’ the signs you want me to stay

I got it bad
I think you know
You’re everything, you’re beautiful
But my life is fast, can’t make it slow
We’re here right now
Kiss me before I go, but you got to let me go
Don’t get your feelings broken for nothin’
Maybe I’m leavin’
Leavin’ here with nothin’
I might regret that I can’t be your man
Sometimes the bet isn’t worth the hand
(I been hurt before, don’t wanna hurt no more)
Sometimes the bet isn’t worth the hand
I gotta let ya know girl
I can’t let it go any longer
Sometimes it ain’t worth the hand

[Verse 1]
Little girls
Listen closely
Cause no one told me
But you deserve to know
That in this world, you are not beholden
You do not owe them
Your body and your soul

[Pre-Chorus]
All the youth in the world will not save you from growing older
And all the truth in the girl is too precious to be stolen from her

[Chorus]
It’s just the way it is
Maybe it’s never gonna change
But I got a mind to show my strength
And I got my right to speak my mind
And I’m gonna pay for this
They’re gonna burn me at the stake
But I got a fire in my veins
I wasn’t made to fall in line
No, I wasn’t made to fall in line
No

[Verse 2]
Show some skin
Make him want you
Cause God forbid you
Know your own way home
And ask yourself why it matters
Who it flatters
You’re more than flesh and bones

[Pre-Chorus]
All the youth in the world will not save you from growing older
And all the truth in the girl is too precious to be stolen from her

[Chorus]
It’s just the way it is
Maybe it’s never gonna change
But I got a mind to show my strength
And I got my right to speak my mind
And I’m gonna pay for this
They’re gonna burn me at the stake
But I got a fire in my veins
I wasn’t made to fall in line
No, I wasn’t made to fall in line
No

[Bridge: Distorted Male Voice]
1 2 3
Right 2 3
Shut your mouth
Stick your ass out for me
March 2 3
1 2 3
Who told you
You’re allowed to think

[Chorus]
It’s just the way it is
Maybe it’s never gonna change
But I got a mind to show my strength
And I got my right to speak my mind
And I’m gonna pay for this
They’re gonna burn me at the stake
But I got a fire in my veins
I wasn’t made to fall in line
No, I wasn’t made to fall in line
No

[Outro]
1 2 3
Right 2 3
Shut your mouth
Stick your ass out for me
March 2 3
1 2 3
Who told you
You’re allowed to think

[Hook]
Mixed the Alize with the Remy
Trapping for like four or five bitches
If it’s ’bout the money then it’s rich talk
A hundred thousand dollars nigga rich talk
Two hundred thousand nigga, rich talk
Half a mil nigga, rich talk
If it’s ’bout the money then it’s rich talk
A million dollars nigga, rich talk

[Verse]
Bond No. 9, smell me all the time
Trap still, drop the Jordan number nine
Kash Doll counting, I don’ cashed out
Made a million dollars on a cash route
Homer Simpson, dope doer all the time
All the blue flame ain’t hard to find
Shooters on deck with me all the time
Push the envelope if you cross the line
Broke nigga need a translator
You be talking to investigators
Nigga on me, fuck his baby momma
Made her suck the dick with a condom

[Hook]
Mixed the Alize with the Remy
Trapping for like four or five bitches
If it’s ’bout the money then it’s rich talk
A hundred thousand dollars nigga rich talk
Two hundred thousand nigga, rich talk
Half a mil nigga, rich talk
If it’s ’bout the money then it’s rich talk
A million dollars nigga, rich talk

[Verse]
Aye!
My conversations always, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Wrist prezzi, rolex, Trump- Obama
Hop up in the Maybach, I’m with Ricky
I’m with Scrilla, we the ones in every city
Look, waist snatched, ass fat, you know them titties
Gold chains, Coogi sweater, bitch I’m Biggie
Don’t pull it out the lot if it ain’t fucking kidding
Talking dinero, dollar, pound and peso bitches
Pussy so delicious, Chanel all in my dishes
Louis Vuittons six inches, when I handle all my buisness
About to pick the check up like a Nike bag!
Bank tellers love me, baby why you mad?
Aye!

[Hook]
Mister the Alize with the Remy
Trapping for like four or five bitches
If it’s ’bout the money then it’s rich talk
A hundred thousand dollars nigga rich talk
Two hundred thousand nigga, rich talk
Half a mil nigga, rich talk
If it’s ’bout the money then it’s rich talk
A million dollars nigga, rich talk

[Verse]
I’m about to count a meal, me & Scrill
It’s four stories like a book inside my crib (levels)
MTV need to look at how I live
So when I talk that rich talk, you bitches know it’s real
I bought some Giuseppe’s just to wear them on a P.J
Got so many pair, you might never see a replay
My shit play up in Stroker’s, send a bottle to the D.J
Cell phone buzzing, the promoter’s say they need me
Rich talk, these Rosetta Stone’s
Different language when the fetty grows
KDmoji’s, for that rich talk
Even when I’m quiet, bitch my wrist talk

[Hook]

[Hook]
My wrist dancing, neck dancing
Nails dancing, my ears dancing
These bitches dancing
They pussy popping
They jaws dropping
He take me shopping
Robin jeans, with the wings
Chanel bags, double, double c’s
A hundred grand, quadruple g’s
I’m so fly, I need some wings

[Verse 1]
New machine, zoom zoom
Big guns, boom boom!
Bitch you dusty! I need a broom
Only bad bitches, allowed in this room
Top flight, jet tight
You so broke, you fly a bike
My neck froze, it’s all ice
Put a ring on it, and name it Mr. Nice
His credit score 800, call him Mr. Right
Red fox, silver fox
Mink coat, chinchilla top
Maserati keys, drop the top

[Hook]
My wrist dancing, neck dancing
Nails dancing, my ears dancing
These bitches dancing
They pussy popping
They jaws dropping
He take me shopping
Robin jeans, with the wings
Chanel bags, doble, double c’s
A hundred grand, quadruple g’s
I’m so fly, I need some wings

[Verse 2]
Uh
Money broad, I ain’t got her
I’m on an island, with your father
Blowing smoke, on a boat
I’m so cold, my clear coat
Red bottoms, they on fire
You baby father, he a buyer
Airport, passport
When we land, they clear port
Tell the driver, I got a show
Fifth classy shot
Versace stomp, Giuseppe stomp
I got it all, I need some more
The jewelry stall, I rake up

[Hook]
My wrist dancing, neck dancing
Nails dancing, my ears dancing
These bitches dancing
They pussy popping
They jaws dropping
He take me shopping
Robin jeans, with the wings
Chanel bags, doble, double c’s
A hundred grand, quadruple g’s
I’m so fly, I need some wings