Song 31

Phoelix Noname

歌词

All my everything is for you

All my terrible sense of humor and critical interviews

All my pearly gated redemption and casual afternoons

All this money you know I'm making

Like racin' against the moon, but

I sell pain for profit, and I feel prophet watchin'

Everything is for everything, rhymin' with causality

Ain't no labels that's backing me,

But my tickets be sellin' out

And I'm steady raising my fee,

That's another hit from my fee

110 degrees in the desert heat

With a bubble coat, turtleneck underneath

Rolling up on the beach

Smokin a holy ****, laughing, baking

My homie Tee hopin' joking is all we need

When I sell pain for profit

Now I binge watch Atlanta

No more TV representation from a Kelsey Grammer

Let's toast to ****** getting checks

Who work behind the camera

Somebody raise they man up

Truth be told, I wear my heart on my sleeve

Watch you sit it on the shelf

Now my body got cold

I swear we'll never leave

Had to do it for myself, to find my praise

Go get your weapon

Real recognize real, feelin' like real proof

Real buddy-buddy after the trip to the Cancun

Million dollar baby, bet you can get to the hands, too

Got a pack of wolves ready to damage a full moon

The only ***** actually rapping, it look like me now

Or meow, kitty just reimagined a freestyle

DM flooded, ****** still waitin' for me to reach out

We shadow boxing government hopin' they put the leash down

I sell pain for profit not propaganda

I know cancers origins link to Santa

I know Santa's origins link to money

Mass production of cattle, a slaughtering for the yummy

These ****** is clever, the prison no better

The ghost of the living

We ain't talkin' about Reggie on Christmas,

We almost forget him

What's a casket to a holding cell if a ***** ain't in it

Only reason why I'm steady faded and still independent