Support the artist! Buy the album DFD on itunes: itunes.apple.com [Verse 1:] Waking up to instrumentals playing, Smoke up in the ceiling fan Complicated wordplay but really I'm a simple man I like my weather good, I like my women hood I keep it one hundred, and get misunderstood Don't get my words twisted now, we ain't all the same Some got a silver spoon, others have a ball and chain Some wish you all the best, some wish you all the pain Life's a game and I'm trying to make the hall of fame This society asks you to pick a side Every minute of your life three hundred and sixty five Red or blue, big or small, yes or no, right or wrong The difference between the two is the feeling of I belong Yeah, we in the middle of all this The temperatures rising like the middle of August They litter the airwaves, you pick up the garbage Big dreams coming out this little apartment [Hook x2:] All I know is keep it cool I stay calm They ask me "How you do that?" "What is this fool on?" A little bit of this, a little bit of that It's the whole lot of nothing that keeps me on track [Verse 2:] Never reached six digits in my bank account Credit score red, same color that I paint the town Three month relationship, tells me she can't wait around You can break me down, as long as my fam's safe and sound I keep the weed lit, and keep my glass full I call it real talk, they call it asshole I call it on the grind, she calls it selfish She needs me all the time, I call her helpless Is it a problem ...
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