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letra de good morning james! - james pm

[intro]
when is james releasing his new album? shut the f-ck up oh my god it takes time
just give me a second holy sh-t

[verse 1]
they say “james-
what you doing to yourself? everybody moving up, you just staying by yourself!”
they say “james-
you gon’ f-ck around and break a couple hearts in this b-tch, yo check it uh”
they say “james-
hey james? what you doing?
whatcha whatcha doing whatcha whatcha whatcha doing?”
nothing much, get the f-ck off my back please
y’all going through withdrawal so much like you’re like crack fiends
what that mean? i’m like fetty on trap queen
don’t call it a comeback, i’m back on your face like acne
i’ve chillin, i’vе been minding business
dropped 18, then producеd perfct vision
congratulations to everybody who get to witness
greatness in the process, i continue winning
oh, and t vinci on the way too
and kid saturn, getting more rings than neptune
speaking of rappers i’ve put on, there’s plenty
many of them their place, and they’re grateful for their beginnings
and the others, not so much, but they headed for armageddon
they’re just ants to giant, i’m stomping out all the lemmings
what a series of unfortunate events for y’all
i’m just playing, i’m just playing, i’m just playing with y’all
i promise, i’m harmless
disabled, i’m armless
get it? like i’m unarmed? no?
[verse 2]
good morning james! how ya doing?
can i get an autograph please?
alright listen, i’m in a world of my own design
i’ve heard that same question like 5000 times
so please, step in line, and maybe in due time
i’ll get you what you want, okay?
“but, but james, hey james
whatcha doing
whatcha whatcha doing
whatcha whatcha whatcha doing
i’m just tryna walk down the street, whatcha mean?
if you take another picture i’mma sock ya in the t–th
capiché? i gotta break it down for you or something?
i got a hundred thousand things i gotta do, just trust me
unless you’re paying me, consider this the end of discussion
you’re pushing my b-ttons i- hollup

“hey james it’s me michael jackson”
i was just wondering if you wanted to listen to this song i was working on
“nah i’m chillin in cuba with elvis… how’s your son?”
uhhhhh

hey james
hey james, how ya doing?
has your life changed since the fame?
are you stupid? obviously, the fame rocks
but i can’t even go to
without somebody coming up to me
talking bout their little brother and how they look up to me
does it look like i care? im eating onion rings
i can’t handle all this stress
i guessing that my blessing is a curse
it’s twisted, i can’t fix it see
my dream was to succeed, and i achieved it
but what was the cost, cause i was reaching
for the stars, that was my reason
that was my motivation to keep on breathing
and now that i’ve reached it, it’s so hard to believe it
i turn on the tv, we surrounded by demons
what is the point of all of the fame that i have?
because i was just sold on the highlights, the cars and cash
pullin out the rolls royce, parties back to back
kickin women out the door before we call ‘em back
the grass looked greener, but it’s astroturf
i’ve changed my whole style, and in return?
acting like i didn’t have a single clue where i came from
so i’mma bring it right back to take one
let the tape run

- james pm

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