Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Raki
Performer
Mathias Ibaragi Glesner
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mathias Ibaragi Glesner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Raki
Producer
Lyrics
Horizon never seem wider
I had enough of the space between us
You don't believe you a martyr
You feeling my songs
But I got a whole lotta stacks
Gatekeeping in lockers
If you are martyr
You gotta believe one thing
I don't fuck with you fuckers
Back here tonight
I'm feelin' like Im
Just wasting time today
Drink in my hand
Act like a scope
I see everybody, but bae
Ain't that a life
No worry no responsibilities
Got no extra pennies for utilities
I'm way too special for the industry
So, I'm done working for a little cheese
I need a lot
Can imagine another life where I won't be this hot
Fill up your mind when I'm cooking in pot
Got me a straight then double the lot
Saying you on, but really you not
You feeling my song
But won't tie the knot
I grab it with tongs
Got smoke in my lungs
The paper on fire
The bars too hot
Show up to the function
But wait too late
Kick in the door
Like red Kool-Aid
I ain't a barber
But I'll give a clip
With my friends from Tonga
We'll give you a fade
Know you a martyr
But that is some shit
That I'm not really fond of
Three piece suit
And a watch i boss up
Better be careful
Might take your daughter
You might need time
When I put up an offer
Don't know what I got in my safe
Too many songs to count in a day
Providing the lyrics while playing the game
No lie don't try to fuck up the night
I'm feeling the vibe I look in your eyes
Damn
You don't even need my hand
When I be bored, I bring out the bands
I'm throwing up 50s and 100s
Imagine
Life without me
Way too boring
Champagne popping keep on pouring
Fall in love with shit I'm storing
Don't got time to wait no no
Fall in love with cars they foreign
Get me watches, and two tone them
Fuck with me
Don't get too formal
Don't got time today no no
Rap on beat be way too fun
Chords go crazy bass go dumb
Name one like me
Can't name none
Higher than a bitch fly by the Sun
If I get a son
Teach him how
How to be a don
A freak, I'm crazy
Not mainstream
Not nothing
Writer(s): Mathias Ibaragi Glesner
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