Disneyland Paroles

Drive benz ’round ends selling keys no tens
Lifestyle of conflict, this is not a concept
Just being honest, haven't got the cheat codes
Sales down these roads, been days since I been home
With friends how I feel alone, pair of fords in my dome
Thinking I'd be better of if I gave up and left this world
You say I ain’t been myself, since days in a police cells
Heaven man I live in hell, for money I'mma live in hell, alone
And I miss my girl, man I ain't feeling well
Man I wanna off myself, screaming that I love yourself for love
I'mma live in hell, I love you, pray you're doing well
Love you each and every day, more than I love myself

Monday blues, monday blues

Sometimes when I find myself low I look to the skies and pray
But there's no god above me that can take my pain
And I cry outright
I pray my enemies die
Forgot the last time I was creasing, drowning in the deep end
Wheres all the fun gone? Why did the fun stop?
Why've you’ve got a gun, topic man better bun shots
Why does the fun stop? Why don’t we smile?
Man've walked for miles for a draw in the rain
To act bored and complain
[?]is on the way, turn the scales on the ways, always the same
You just sit and complain, ’bout how you sit and complain
I was happy selling Jay, now I'm happy I'm legit
Either way I make change
Come prepared, well equipped
I'll stick you in your face, pray to god you don’t stick
I'm just trynna make change, but money ain't shit