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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Roberson
Christopher Roberson
Songwriter

Lyrics

I got the benjamin button disease Money so old it got weak in the knees But it's getting younger the older I get So when i'm dead, leave this shit for my seed Watch it all sprout out A tree full of leaves I'm branching out from y'all I'm doing me I can't compete When you not in my league Phew, yea I flow like the breeze Palmer chapstick She pucker her lips Muah, yea Gimme a kiss Black on black whip With the maximum tint Well, you get the jist Kodak moment When i'm taking a pic Look at my fit, I need a flick I'm a perfectionist Ball like AD with the unibrow I fly with the pelicans I'm the center and I need the attention You wouldn't even get an honorable mention Missing your shots, I gotta bench ya Draft you off team make em forget ya Wasting my time And that can't be what i'm doing, aye ya dig One man rotation I'm not passing what i'm facing Should of been born a marley child Cause i'm dreaded up and i'm blazing I'm a yellow ass Jamaican I transform into Liam Neeson If your girlfriend taken Fuck boy I leave you tragic Ain't no semi automatics Everything I send is rapid Won't let em get the satisfaction Tezo why you always snappin I don't got an answer for the questions That y'all asking I'm hot boy ain't no extinguishing Out the box, i'm distinguishing I got my left hand forward to you While I use my right hand for reaching in Beat the case, had to beat it in I'm off papers, no stressing I am my biggest investment You are not my favorite company Some company... You block your own blessing by dubbing me I cannot depend on you To comfort me Got me chasing the honey Like bumblebee I'm buzzing I am not st st st studdering So you hear me clearly no mumbling, ya dig Wasting my time And that can't be what i'm doing, aye ya dig Been real from the start I'm playing it smart My daily routine is to count it up Got a lot but it's just not enough Influenced by me and that's obvious I am a Superman to my metropolis Bury me in a sarcophagus Behind they cell phones they anonymous To get to the bottom of it is bottomless Maybe they just lackin confidence Their future is ominous They wanna start something And then send apologies You said what you said I wanna hear nothing I pulled your card When you thought I was bluffin I caught a case of the Benjamin Button I caught a case I caught a case
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