Текст песни Retrospection - Tom Orlando

Yeah

Off the cut
Better know that I dont give a fuck
I feel the pain up in my gut
I gave it all up for this shit
Through the pain
I see for what its all about
Working every single day
Draining me of all my energy
I know all of what I'm gonna be
Driving through the boulevard
As an artist
Living out my dream
By the time I'm twenty five
Multi millionaire
Making all this money
Living large
Throw it in the air
I dont give a fuck about these hoes
Got a child on the way
Aint no need for all these kind of lows
If they playing with my son
They can get the smoke
Pull a cigar out the pocket
Gotta take it slow
Keep my eyes on the horizon so my son set
All these bitches want the dough but I got none left
If you wanna better life you otta confess
I'm the best you gon get aint no contest
All of these fake fuckers around me
Working on a project tried to bring em up but now I see
I wasn't shit to them
Just another avenue to get up to the top
Some collective what a flop
Really thought you were some real ones
But I see that I am all alone
Gonna make it on my own
Aint not time for all these fake pricks
Gotta focus on my own shit
Become the best I won't quit