[verse 1]If I was being honestI'd say long as I could fuck three times a dayAnd not skip a meal I'm goodI used to work on my feetFor 7 dollars a hourCall my momma like mommaI ain't making minimum wage mommaI'm on mommaNow I'm making 400, 600, 800k mommaTo stand on my feet mommaPlay these songs, it's therapy mommaThey paying me mommaI should be paying themI should be paying y'all honest to godI'm just a guy I'm not a godSometimes I feel like I'm a godBut I'm not a godIf I was I don't knowWhich heaven would have me mommaLet me run this bitchI'ma run it into the ground mommaThe whole galaxyGod damn, fuck these lamesThey don't want noneFuck these lames, they don't want noneFuck these niggasFuck these niggas, they don't want noneFuck these niggasFuck you niggasFuck me if I hated on you[verse 2]I'ma stick aroundI'm gon' let my nuts hangNigga you got some just like me don't you?Or maybe not just like meYou know I'm africano americanoAnd even if you're half japaneseRoots run deepFamily tree, throw a big shadow, tech companyPlease gimme immortalityI'm going rapidlyFading drasticallyOr pulled the zip downWet your lips firstLick the tip nowSmoke some'nJamming to the rhythm it's a face to faceKeep me high castratiPoonani fade the stressBugatti left some stretch marksOn that freewayThey tryna find 2pacDon't let 'em find 2pacHe evade the pressHe escape the stress[verse 3]I'll keep quietAnd let you run your phone bill upI know you love to talkI ain't on your scheduleI ain't on no scheduleI ain't had me a job since 2009I ain't on no sales floorYou say I'm changing on youI feel like selenaThey wanna murder a niggaMurder me like selenaYou must ain't get the memoI don't cut bitches no moreBut your bitch my exceptionCome get her outta my four doorI only got one four doorRemember when I had that lexus noOur friendship don't go back that farTyler slept on my sofa yeahNiggas go back that farI ain't smoked all yearThis the last song soI'm finna wipe that offTolerance is so lowStill smoke a whole 'garMenage on my birthdayTap out on the first strokeCause this ain't no work dayShe don't give head anyway'cause what niggas sayThat's what she tell her manWhat a difference distance makesNiggas want fight in the streets nowShit starting to make my head hurtJay hit me on the emailSaid I oughta act my net worthDog this is chess nowNot fetch I ain't runnin for a niggaAin't ran since track meetThat's the only time I ran from a niggaYou could change this track nowCould've changed this bitch a long time agoKnow and knowKnow and knowShout out to hollygroveI'm from that 7th thoughTwins know and lanceClark know and matt knowShit went 180 on mePlease run that back thoughTucks til 24[skit]You say some shit about me?On god he grabbed meHad this nigga like[silent interlude][outro interview]Interviewer: make sure you speak upFrank: okayInterviewer: what's your name?Frank: frankInterviewer: yo, aye be quietWhat's your name? what do you do?What's your first memory?Frank: the first word I learned to sayOr that I ever saidInterviewerWhat's the most amazing thingYou've ever witnessed?You're gonna do amazing out hereControl the world, control the worldFrank: hahahaInterviewer: hahaha, alrightWhat three superpowers do you wish you had?They say they have to beFrank: flying, super strengthInterviewer: alright, what's your name?Frank: I wish I could sleepWithout being deadBut sleep forever at the same timeInterviewer: yo what's yourStop, stop, stopFrank: being... very very tallInterviewer: that's fucked upStart over right nowBest thing about being meIs that I keep a pretty clear mindMost of the timeSage elsesser: being greatFrank: I... a lot, probably too muchInterviewer: talents, got any secret talents?Frank: I don't think soI'm pretty open in everything I doSage elsesser: talents?I can play the thereminTyler... nah actually fuck himI don't know, probably [?]Cause he doesn't have to do anything at allSits inside his houseInterviewer: what's your name?Sage elsesser: sage elsesserInterviewer: what do you do?Sage elsesser: I play soccer and go to schoolI wanna be better at skatingInterviewer: alright that's itSage elsesser: everEver thought about tryingHow far is a light year?How far is a light year?
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[verse 1]
If I was being honest
I'd say long as I could fuck three times a day
And not skip a meal I'm good
I used to work on my feet
For 7 dollars a hour
Call my momma like momma
I ain't making minimum wage momma
I'm on momma
Now I'm making 400, 600, 800k momma
To stand on my feet momma
Play these songs, it's therapy momma
They paying me momma
I should be paying them
I should be paying y'all honest to god
I'm just a guy I'm not a god
Sometimes I feel like I'm a god
But I'm not a god
If I was I don't know
Which heaven would have me momma
Let me run this bitch
I'ma run it into the ground momma
The whole galaxy
God damn, fuck these lames
They don't want none
Fuck these lames, they don't want none
Fuck these niggas
Fuck these niggas, they don't want none
Fuck these niggas
Fuck you niggas
Fuck me if I hated on you
[verse 2]
I'ma stick around
I'm gon' let my nuts hang
Nigga you got some just like me don't you?
Or maybe not just like me
You know I'm africano americano
And even if you're half japanese
Roots run deep
Family tree, throw a big shadow, tech company
Please gimme immortality
I'm going rapidly
Fading drastically
Or pulled the zip down
Wet your lips first
Lick the tip now
Smoke some'n
Jamming to the rhythm it's a face to face
Keep me high castrati
Poonani fade the stress
Bugatti left some stretch marks
On that freeway
They tryna find 2pac
Don't let 'em find 2pac
He evade the press
He escape the stress
[verse 3]
I'll keep quiet
And let you run your phone bill up
I know you love to talk
I ain't on your schedule
I ain't on no schedule
I ain't had me a job since 2009
I ain't on no sales floor
You say I'm changing on you
I feel like selena
They wanna murder a nigga
Murder me like selena
You must ain't get the memo
I don't cut bitches no more
But your bitch my exception
Come get her outta my four door
I only got one four door
Remember when I had that lexus no
Our friendship don't go back that far
Tyler slept on my sofa yeah
Niggas go back that far
I ain't smoked all year
This the last song so
I'm finna wipe that off
Tolerance is so low
Still smoke a whole 'gar
Menage on my birthday
Tap out on the first stroke
Cause this ain't no work day
She don't give head anyway
'cause what niggas say
That's what she tell her man
What a difference distance makes
Niggas want fight in the streets now
Shit starting to make my head hurt
Jay hit me on the email
Said I oughta act my net worth
Dog this is chess now
Not fetch I ain't runnin for a nigga
Ain't ran since track meet
That's the only time I ran from a nigga
You could change this track now
Could've changed this bitch a long time ago
Know and know
Know and know
Shout out to hollygrove
I'm from that 7th though
Twins know and lance
Clark know and matt know
Shit went 180 on me
Please run that back though
Tucks til 24
[skit]
You say some shit about me?
On god he grabbed me
Had this nigga like
[silent interlude]
[outro interview]
Interviewer: make sure you speak up
Frank: okay
Interviewer: what's your name?
Frank: frank
Interviewer: yo, aye be quiet
What's your name? what do you do?
What's your first memory?
Frank: the first word I learned to say
Or that I ever said
Interviewer
What's the most amazing thing
You've ever witnessed?
You're gonna do amazing out here
Control the world, control the world
Frank: hahaha
Interviewer: hahaha, alright
What three superpowers do you wish you had?
They say they have to be
Frank: flying, super strength
Interviewer: alright, what's your name?
Frank: I wish I could sleep
Without being dead
But sleep forever at the same time
Interviewer: yo what's your
Stop, stop, stop
Frank: being... very very tall
Interviewer: that's fucked up
Start over right now
Best thing about being me
Is that I keep a pretty clear mind
Most of the time
Sage elsesser: being great
Frank: I... a lot, probably too much
Interviewer: talents, got any secret talents?
Frank: I don't think so
I'm pretty open in everything I do
Sage elsesser: talents?
I can play the theremin
Tyler... nah actually fuck him
I don't know, probably [?]
Cause he doesn't have to do anything at all
Sits inside his house
Interviewer: what's your name?
Sage elsesser: sage elsesser
Interviewer: what do you do?
Sage elsesser: I play soccer and go to school
I wanna be better at skating
Interviewer: alright that's it
Sage elsesser: ever
Ever thought about trying
How far is a light year?
How far is a light year?
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