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letra de late night's, early morning's - blu j.d.

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verse 1:
this them late night thoughts there they go, my time moving very slow/
and i’m so hungry, this that mama home made spaghetti flow/
they ain’t never really riding for me, they ain’t never really riding for me/
i would never take a hand out what ever i want in my life i’ll provide it for me/
work sucks i’m so through, i’m so ready for a new job/
i’m like this close to get a glock 9, a black mask just to bank rob/
put one hundred thousand in a duffel bag and pray i don’t have to play god/
but my mama told me that the world is yours you need one mic but i ain’t nas/
tell me what’s the life when you take more than you give/
see satisfactions based on happiness that you grow within/
but i’m tired of giving, think it’s time to be a little selfish/
i’m tryna be like the king of the roc, but ain’t talking elvis/
let me get one hundred bands, k!ll tracks no son of sam/
i changed my style up just to k!ll and be a wanted man/
and i ain’t going back my new goal is to run the game/
you change the gas up on em, homie it won’t run the same/

chorus:
what you want! what you need!
you want that inner city satisfactions guaranteed/
we want the cash and we gonna get it by any means

i been on my dreams all day, i wasn’t meant to work a 9 to 5 all my life and just die
(and get high, get high, get high)

verse 2:
this that early morning coffee brew, need some cream and sugar too/
time to set my plans for all the things they said i wouldn’t do/
stop the press it’s so obvious, that if the worlds on fire then its probably us/
i’m not satisfied and i won’t adjust, i’ll just take whats mine so be proud of us/
tell me if you riding for me, tell me if you riding for me/
is you supporting if you stream it or you buy it from me/
i don’t have a problem, this for kain, lissett and all them/
i will k!ll in fact, i’m still in effect, i’m the flame that came in autumn/
picture me flying in the sky with no wings/
if dreams were real then i done died a thousand times as a king/
so bow down in my presence, they ain’t really want me as your highness/
i’m losing my mind and ain’t really concerned if i’ma find it/
tired of cooperate tensions, call center interventions/
work force can kiss my -ss cause i just want music ascension/
i told the world that i would save it that’s my final mission/
my minds stoned so avenge me in this final vision

chorus:
what you want! what you need!
you want that inner city satisfactions guaranteed/
we want the cash and we gonna get it by any means

i been on my dreams all day, i wasn’t meant to work a 9 to 5 all my life and just die
(and get high, get high, get high)

bridge:
see all i ever wanted was to achieve
so all you had to do with me was believe

verse 3 (dabron kain):
this that middle of the afternoon feeling i’m like f-ck it/
tired of this job and living within a budget/
saving face in my cubicle pretending that i love it/
when i just want to collect my check and tell my boss to shove it/
i can move up in the company, but i keep those thoughts away from me/
cause a promotion is a step closer into complacency/
paying me top dollar to stay in this cooperate slavery/
feeling like my dreams running in place and my age racing me/
that kind of sh-t make a n-gga wanna sell dope/
that kind of sh-t make a n-gga wanna just smoke/
getting high in the clouds while blowing away your hope/
to one day hang with your idols and not the end of a rope/
the fire burning inside now ashing over your roach/
one way ticket to what if’s and your -ss is up in coach d-mn/
i’m scared to quit cause i gotta pay these bills/
but that leap of faith could be separating me from a mill look

chorus:
what you want! what you need!
you want that inner city satisfactions guaranteed/
we want the cash and we gonna get it by any means

what you want! what you need!
you want the photo op mama i made it grammy speach/
we want success and we gonna get it by any means

by any means

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