paroles de chanson Keep the Penny - Connxtion

(Get Mr. Ott, get Mr. Ott, so I can zoom in on him)
(Wait but does he have the permission?)
(Mr. Ott!)
(He's famous enough)

The only certain thing is taxes, death ain't it for me
I told that bitch Lucy Imma have to pass
It's the gentrified, Benji getting
Plenty fly, Henny sipping
Pen be getting empty with the ink
A new page I'm ripping
Notebook filling, no hook really, scratch it
Hopeful with it, get no bitches, ratchets

I know I make you mad, just know its personal
I try to wrap it up but always seem to make it worse and so
I learned to shut my mouth to this shit
The house always wins
That means I always lose
So I'm outta this bitch
See, I'm bound to get rich but
All the people around me they gets loopy
Try to shoot me, I'm surrounded
They keep yapping on and on about this stupidness
But no I'm happy now
Ignoring half of what they say
I'm feeling crappy bout
The half that keeps on slipping to my ears
Cus I know its true
I'm sweating, dripping in my fears
They want to show it to
Expose my old habits, indulge addicts
My holes patched
And I know, that I'll be cold at it
I rose to the occasion to get my gold badge
See, that's the old hag
That tried to embarrass me
Put me up to the whole class
Act like Ferris, we skipping
Fucking up Cole Glass
Skip hysterics, they stuck me up
And they stole cash
These the motherfuckers, talking they shit
Just hawking my spit
I'm stomping they oculars
Leave a mark on they lips
I'm trippin' over, half the words I'm letting go of
And I'm feeling supernova
Bruh, I'm out of this world
And you ask me what the tone is for the album, its Earl
You ask me if its fun, no doubt it's a whirl
I'm searching deep in my pockets
To find the cents that i need
I'm changing, locker room bitches
I let my bank account bleed
I'm chained and locked up and beaten
Fuck the change, yo I'm feeling like a prisoner
Go head keep the penny
Look as pretty as it is bruh

(I'm not the artist, you the artist, you producer)
(Real stu action)