Notion

Yeah

Yeah, yeah

Her eyes are to the camera

She tryna find her way to the other side

She tryna find the answer

To the good life

The more money, she's addicted to the money tree

And she don't know who she can be

She tryna find herself inside of me, yeah

And if she wants to go alone, we can play that game

She done it once before, but it's never been the same

She's afraid of change, I don't know why

Popping more than bottles

Just a couple homeless models

On a red-eye from Atlanta

Drinking wine until it landed

She's tryna be more than twisted panties on this bedroom floor

Heart set on dior

Alexander Wang, she wants it all

Told her now

Keep the lights off, love the dark

Take the tights off, if you want me come and get me

You ain't going home tonight

Feeling the emotions, got the motion running double time

Seeing double, wondering which girl is coming home with me tonight

And I got a notion

Everything's going fine

'Cause we stand for nothing

And they say that faith is blind

And it's always brighter on the other side

It's a fine line

Between bliss and open eyes

Fuck the system, more controversial than collaborating two religions

Remain the realest in the building

Under these conditions I've been kicking since my time was ticking

And without a finish line, how can I now define winning?

Looking major, but fuck your pen and fuck your paper

And if it compromises mine, the only sign is that I shouldn't sign

Sharp shadows circles 'round my spine

Only friend is time this time like every time before

Just like her, I'm proudly putting London on the map

Don't hold me back, scream up West, where my motherfuckers at?

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Hypocrisy that exists among these cold rappers, it's an epidemic of Y.M.C.M.B

Can't fuck with me though

I'm trying to take your girl, yes, Childish Gambino

I hold my chest knowing the bullets for my head and ego

I'm at the edge screaming: Don't hold me back, while the ledge breaks

And I feel no weight as I make this great escape

You know I'm hating on these rappers

I don't feel these rappers

Some of them are real but most are sour sweets beneath the wrapper

Feeling poor, but rest assured I'm bringing something new

Hear the game's broken, I'm reminded that its rent is due

I've got it all, down to the last penny

Down to the last depressive night alone drinking Henny

I keep it real to me, you know what's real to me is real for you

Writing like tomorrow will never come true at ten to midnight

I'm rolling over, twenty now and I'm killing

Thirty-two bars a minute but guarantee your mind will still be ticking

When I'm finished going over ninety miles per hour

Burning through this track gaining more flack than Dwight Howard

I don't trust her, trust breaks in a second

Love used as a weapon was never what we intended

But don't forget, now that it's been addressed

It's what we don't do, not what we do, we ultimately regret