Lyrics

It doesn't matter how the story begins What you hear is what reporter's will spin Till you won't believe a word coming straight from the horse's mouth Fuckery like true lies from a cheating spouse check it Keep the receipts you gon need em And some of these thoughts out of the box you could feed em A slave to money but got the keys to your freedom Ya reaching your goals but got the means to exceed em Ya mean business, but kinda sell yourself short, need a little guidance To get you over all the shyness, and break silence It kinda sucks to be an island, So keep smiling Death is a given and the taxes that you keep filing Rule of thumb is ain't nobody give a fuck about you The grass is never greener than a drop of mount dew Assume that you're the deus ex machina You should be your own deus ex machina Rule of thumb is ain't nobody give a fuck about you The grass is never greener than a drop of mount dew Assume that you're the deus ex machina You should be your own deus ex machina As events unfold you plan accordingly The plot ends happily or horribly, you fight through it There's lots of things going well that you might ruin But still adapt to your surroundings staying quite fluid And you're adjusting on the fly like a skilled pilot Until the moment when you permanently close eyelids You're giving up the farm for your destiny Offering a sacrificial lamb open sesame Showing up and showing out Treasure what they throwing out Building that momentum up with no sign of slowing down A hero learns from the journey not the destination There's some things you gotta live without an explanation Understanding only comes thru experience Expect Mr. Murphy if you ever get delirious Coz everything remains raw when you're busted Not a lot of people in this world can be trusted so Rule of thumb is ain't nobody give a fuck about you The grass is never greener than a drop of mount dew Assume that you're the deus ex machina You should be your own deus ex machina Rule of thumb is ain't nobody give a fuck about you The grass is never greener than a drop of mount dew Assume that you're the deus ex machina You should be your own deus ex machina Yeah eh, mmmh yeah eh Hey You just gotta get your money Yeah eh, mmmh yeah eh Hey You just gotta get your In these rough times I just wonder Will I ever make it out in one piece Will the Lord show me what I can't see I know I gotta make it one way or another I'm feeling like ma mind's in a blenda Racing and it's moving at a top speed Dollar after dollar gotta make cheese I'm hoping that this life don't get no tougher Still I can't sleep Gotta figure out how Ima make it every week The standard that I'm living in this city ain't cheap Killing all dem roaches, going thru the motions Say wad up fam, when I see you in the streets Wishing all the best to every person that I meet I never show the weakness, only my achievement This is what I practice, only thing I'm preaching is get your money In these rough times I just wonder Will I ever make it out in one piece Will the Lord show me what I can't see I know I gotta make it one way or another I'm feeling like ma mind's in a blender Racing and it's moving at a top speed Dollar after dollar gotta make cheese I'm hoping that this life don't get no tougher
Writer(s): Senoga Kaweesa Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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