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letra de eject - chris yonge

-women speaking-

your music sucks…
it’s terrible…
it pains me to even think about it
i can’t bare listening to it, how the f-ck do you expect anyone else to want to buy it huh?
when you first told me about it, i thought it was a hobby
but it is no excuse to sit around, get high and collect dust

rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
rolling with it
i’m not mad
rolling with it
it’s all cool
rolling with it
i know you don’t f-ck with this sh-t i do, but i still love you
rolling with it, i still love you
rolling with it
rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling

rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
rolling with it
i’m not mad
rolling with it
it’s all cool
rolling with it
i know you don’t f-ck with this sh-t i do, but i still love you
rolling with it, rolling with it, i still love you
rolling with it
rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling

i’m not in the mood
to fight over things that i got to improve
you think my homies been dabbling?
not working weekends?
trust me a lot of em do
i gotta say that i’m proud of em too
most of these people spend hours in school
end up with nothing but a sour view
couple of papers that they power through
oh, i’m i’m rolling with it
yea, yea, please do not step in my way
this is my time, my voice is power, yes
i’ll put my weapon to play
i just need to get my footing correct
i just need to get my head in the game
i just need to let em know if they f-ck with the kid i’ll probably paint em red in the aim

i’m not mad
it’s all cool
i know you don’t f-ck with this sh-t i do, but i still love you
but i still love you
rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling with it

rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
rolling with it
i’m not mad
rolling with it
it’s all cool
rolling with it
i know you don’t f-ck with this sh-t i do, but i still love you
rolling with it, rolling with it, i still love you
rolling with it
rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling

they think they know what i’m worth
it’s such a shame
they think they could put a price on my name
i guess i’ll tell em, tell em again
i am the chosen one
all i got in this life i live is one shot like the golden gun
won’t stop til i’m holding one, yea
i put the blood in the sweat
i put the cut in the cheque
don’t come and tell me i owe you a dollar when i’m the only one that’s coming correct
f-ck being friends with the cousin of death
i’m the executive running this set
i’ll take you out on the strip with my double o seven whip then hit the b-tton eject

-ambience of man being ejected from car, car skids off-

tell em all this is me doing my thing
i’ll never let anyone ruin my thing
i’m struggling with people coming inside of my studio
who knows who they might bring
too many snakes in the gr-ss
too many phonies and fakes in the past
i did the favour of cutting em out of the picture and i can only pray it lasts

- chris yonge

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