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Captionalism = Fail.
(marcgoone)
Lamborghini leather to wipe my tears
MARC GOONE | LAMBORGHINI TEARS Daily Jam #26 - Saturday 13 May 2017
(marcgoone)
Spend and spend and spend whatever i well please Cry myself to sleep at night on charlotte thomas sheets
LYRICS: (verse) yeah, im takin hits out the bong hopin i hit on one song never in bed before dawn they wanna know what im on still tryna cope that she gone dad done showed us he strong, he strong do what i got just to make it fuck all these blogs and tastemakers prolly wont spot me in fader oh no do not need no favors cant get my mind right, my mind right mind right chase the limelight, the limelight, limelight yeah need this shit to pop off soon i swear i spent the last 2 years my life in a cocoon some days i wake up ask myself like what the fuck you doin aint no goddamn money in this game that im pursuin (hook) i take it straight to the head my eyes be glazed and they red 2 days since i been in bed been on a roll i just been rollin the ls hopin the money develops so i can smoke it not sell and get this dough cant work no odd job forever gotta get my shit together promise her itll get better but it been slow bottle my pain hope it sell only thang i can do well try to explain to myself i know i know ill be alright (verse 2) i smoke that strong, strong, strong, strong til my mind gone, gone, gone, gone, gone hit the stage and i feel like im right at home dont like people for real need my time alone overthink shit a lil need to let it go why you think im always stoned im awkward as shit never popular no i got all these hits but no pop star oh no i wanna get rich but ill not sell my soul i aint changing me for them im fillin up these venues but i still cant get no press these fuckboys gettin put on oh no no im not impressed you wont hear me on the radio cuz i aint got no bread but fuck em all i got the internet