What about you, what about me What about everything? What about you, what about me What about everything? What about you, what about me What about everything? What about you, what about me What
in my head They say What about me Every time I feel the way I feel I just don't know what I should do What about you What about you, what about me What about
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voices in my head They say What about me Every time I feel the way I feel I just don't know what I should do What about you What about you, what about me What about
okay What about you, what about me What about everything What about me and you Everything is overwhelming What do i say and do Everything is overwhelming What about me and you Everything is overwhelming What
[Dj Khaled] Ayo Game, what they do boy It's DJ Khaled I got my Black and Red Jordan Retro 6?s on I'm all about gettin' money I love glorifying my hard
Moving weight It's such a trap Move and weight You can't do that I know i'm dope man But I can't move crack And is such a fraction They way you thinking about
relax, bro And you could get it free, don't worry about the tax though Is that fool, thank you for the crack But I play a Ron Burgundy, I anchor on the track like what
its the waffle house if u ever been there u know what i'm talkin about where people dont dance all they do is this and after the original u know what
Andre call Larry Gagosian, you belong in museums you belong in Vintage clothes watching the whole building you belong with n-ggas who used to be known for dope dealing you too dope
right, ok Don't listen to these guys these n-ggas full of lies cut em open and they cover up the floor, you surprised everytime they talk about what they
yo Ice what's up? Know what I mean? Just chilling ya heard? It's the god. Heard you preparing to drop this 7th deadly sin Know what I mean? Just showing
this out The other night I was out at this club, alright Uh huh, what happened? What happened? I met this flyest freak, crazy fly Word, she was dope? Dope
Street South Loc and all the S-A homeboys All the different sets, every set, Crip, Blood What doesn't matter to me 'cuz I gotta lotta love You know what
up Poison soaked in an acid bath Swallow homeboy, your throat'll need a skin graft Toss it up, while the DJ known as Evil cuts You wanna know what's happenin what
my royalty check, yeah, fool, I write my own I own my own label put my own shit out So no one tells me what the fuck to talk about And all the suckas
you lil punk bitch Go and freak your mother, go dig a damn ditch Get out my face, I'm tired of the press too You write about me, I write about you You
