AB_Official_Music - Audemars

Don't want Audemars, or a new vet
Screaming thank God when that check hit
And I'll have it all when the fam set
So I'm working hard, got my mind set
So I'll keep working till I'm done or dead
And if I ain't working, I'm with moms instead
Don't want titles, just give me head
So I can dip out, get my bread instead
That's why I'm so distant, still in my head
And I can't sleep, no time for bed
If you ain't with me, you ain't a fan
You a fake friend, still grabbing hands
You can keep reaching for the promised land
And I'll keep seeking these Benjamin's
Keep feeding off the pain within
Keep dodging all the Complicants
Grind by my lonely, I'm all by myself
Still independent, don't want no one to help
Tell me you with me, but diss all in stealth
Might be the reason won't trust no one else
Shawty got baggage, but good for my health
She got me taking them walks through hell
Saying it's worth it, I might kiss and tell
Got me throwing these pennies in wells
Got me chasing, knowing I felt
You a prize, belong on a shelf
Fucking with me come with fucking with wealth
Need like minded to account for yourself
These cut ties so explain how you felt
Remember school times almost getting expelled
Taking pain over fighting for help
Don't want to talk, I'm good by myself
Don't want Audemars, or a new vet
Screaming thank God when that check hit
And I'll have it all when the fam setj
So I'm working hard, got my mind set
So I'll keep working till I'm done or dead
And if I ain't working, I'm with moms instead
Don't want titles, just give me head
So I can dip out, get my bread instead
That's why I'm so distant, still in my head
And I can't sleep, no time for bed
If you ain't with me, you ain't a fan
You a fake friend, still grabbing hands
You can keep reaching for the promised land
And I'll keep seeking these Benjamin's
Keep feeding off the pain within
Keep dodging all the Complicants
I came a long way from the pain and the hurt
Fuck all the bitches who put me there
Can't find a reason to fight for her
Don't want chains, or designer shirts
When I'm gone, look who driving the hearse
You put me there, you made it worse
Locked in a cell, eternal hell
Cloudin' my mind, rain coming down
Know a few females who 'gon drown and melt
You know the music is how I deal
Fighting my battles like Roosevelt
Almost got my knee and knelt
Fucked up, but could never dwell
Stay on my grind, patience I held
Love that girl who know me well
I think she got me under her spell

Written by:
Austin Burnham

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