J Mag - Dwight K Schrute Lyrics

Lyrics Dwight K Schrute - J Mag



Look
I been fightin this evil side of me
Probably the reason why you see me as a hot commodity
I′ll tell Logic its obvious to think logically
Start chargin for more bars and create monopolies
I'm not a seasonal novelty
Cut it out
Whatever time I ever had left is runnin out
Bringin all these big guns with me
I′m comin out
Show Stephanie how rude I can get in a Fuller House
Can't see me from the nose bleeds
Seats on stage
We up front with the filet cuts
Miso glaze
He knows games
Duces up
Peace though Shane
Go break a leg with your Bills like Kiko A
He's so crazy
He′s insane
Peter Pan with the flight right
He won′t age
Ray Bans
See the bigger picture
Peep those frames
See how I'm cookin like Hibachi
We throw flames
Fuck it
I start dunkin from the free throw range
Little lames throwin shots up that he cant drain
Better off seein Drake catchin Rico cases
Gettin lost in this game
You don′t those mazes
The door of opportunity
The peephole changes
What you see is what you get
And that could be so dangerous yeah
You know I'm guarded
You don′t see those angels
Look I'm from a different dimension
I relocate you here
Try to stay humble
Heart on my sleeve
Problem is I always do
That might be hard to believe
Problem is there might be times where its skippin a beat
I might be too close for comfort
It′s beginnin to bleed yeah
I never wanted to be world renowned
Until I gave myself to God
They ain't hurtin me now
I got a couple different bodybuilders workin me out
Trainin hard for me and Kylie
Tryin to turn that out
Surf that out
Yeah baby ride that wave
Be at the Balmain Fashion Show
Tryin to behave
Tryin to relay some feelings I been dyin to say
That's ok
You′ll hear me comin from a mile away
Run
You hear it comin man its almost time
You know its comin when you hear me
You don′t pay no mind
Ok fine
Feel me when the pressure applies
Just don't get caught up in this bullshit
They feedin you lies
Feedin you lines
They just tryin to keep with the times
They tryin to trap you
Bite the apple
They like Steven with Jobs
All in the numbers
They just want to even the odds
It′s all the game until they playin hide and seek with the mind
But they think I'm famous cause I′m hotter than you
They think I'm famous when I ride in the coupe
But look here
I just had the Caddy
All black cause I admired the view
And if I got it know I spend it
I ain′t dyin with loot
What kind of plan did they hand me
Is this the plan
No it can't be
Told me bout a Sonny Bronx Tale
Now yas cant leave
It's like a stampede comin full force ready to trample me
They never felt me before
So how the fuck they gon handle me now



Writer(s): Justin Michael Morrison


J Mag - There's No Place Like Home
Album There's No Place Like Home
date of release
22-04-2019




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