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ask if I’m religious reply I am god
honestly I'm not, more like the hand of
I wanna shine like solaris shines
Jay-z and Yay made me wild but not when in Paris I'm
Count on a lucky star
Like Eric the monster not Cantona
I thought the writing was on the wall sharp
I first heard destiny’s child throwing wall darts
writing songs about someone not about you
He kicked me out my job now he’s out too
saying stuff I don’t even have mouth too
But anything I say now is I doubt true
I’m sampling jam master Jay
My jam faster plays
I could’ve been in the face like 50 cent shot
But they didn't accept me at the candy shop
With dark features
Someone like Clarke peters
Meters don’t mark me I mark meters
While out my car peters
Hollywood I’m the star feature no-one knows
like a photo I don't want to be over exposed
Picture in my room with fear hangs
at the world yelling, like dad with empty beer cans
Cold as rocks on my fingers two
Asking for more praise as less lingers too
Reasonable doubt so they released did
But I was guilty to say the least kid
They’re saying like chicken it goes off
Like one of Elon's rockets it goes off
The knot in my stomach is hard but
Where it resides pillow like so soft
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By dypublishingask if I’m religious reply I am god
honestly I'm not, more like the hand of
I wanna shine like solaris shines
Jay-z and Yay made me wild but not when in Paris I'm
Count on a lucky star
Like Eric the monster not Cantona
I thought the writing was on the wall sharp
I first heard destiny’s child throwing wall darts
writing songs about someone not about you
He kicked me out my job now he’s out too
saying stuff I don’t even have mouth too
But anything I say now is I doubt true
I’m sampling jam master Jay
My jam faster plays
I could’ve been in the face like 50 cent shot
But they didn't accept me at the candy shop
With dark features
Someone like Clarke peters
Meters don’t mark me I mark meters
While out my car peters
Hollywood I’m the star feature no-one knows
like a photo I don't want to be over exposed
Picture in my room with fear hangs
at the world yelling, like dad with empty beer cans
Cold as rocks on my fingers two
Asking for more praise as less lingers too
Reasonable doubt so they released did
But I was guilty to say the least kid
They’re saying like chicken it goes off
Like one of Elon's rockets it goes off
The knot in my stomach is hard but
Where it resides pillow like so soft