[Intro: Big Sean]
Pa-da-pa
Li—, Li—, Li—, Li—, Live and direct
A million, a million
[Verse 1: Big Sean]
My life is just one big puzzle that's broken into a million pieces
I’ve been tryin' to sequence, it gets hard as
Losin' the one you love, done shared a million things with
When I’m done, they'll probably put my bones in museums
Like that's one of the last from niggas, ever
'Cause at this rate, we'll all be extinct then
I got a hole in my heart that I hate when I sink in
She spend a night with me and now she want a million weekends
Shallow hoes, always fallin' in love with the deepest
I'm in the deep end, my city population eight-hundred thou'
But on my block alone you’ll find a million pieces
And that’s what we chop you in, doggy
If you try to test us or cheat us
Or if we don't like the way you treat us
Or it might just be the season
I used to want to be a millionaire for, shit, like a million reasons
And then it came with a million leeches that want that many pieces
Lawyers, taxes, state taxes
Agents, assistants, managers, business managers
Fees and damages
Plus somebody else, to make sure that they’re not scammin' us
Shit'll have you depressed, checkin' your balances
Luckily, it’s me, I know how to balance it
My dad said it's his dream to be actin', but it never happened
And when he talks 'bout back then, it breaks me to a million pieces
Pa-da-pa
Li—, Li—, Li—, Li—, Live and direct
A million, a million
[Verse 1: Big Sean]
My life is just one big puzzle that's broken into a million pieces
I’ve been tryin' to sequence, it gets hard as
Losin' the one you love, done shared a million things with
When I’m done, they'll probably put my bones in museums
Like that's one of the last from niggas, ever
'Cause at this rate, we'll all be extinct then
I got a hole in my heart that I hate when I sink in
She spend a night with me and now she want a million weekends
Shallow hoes, always fallin' in love with the deepest
I'm in the deep end, my city population eight-hundred thou'
But on my block alone you’ll find a million pieces
And that’s what we chop you in, doggy
If you try to test us or cheat us
Or if we don't like the way you treat us
Or it might just be the season
I used to want to be a millionaire for, shit, like a million reasons
And then it came with a million leeches that want that many pieces
Lawyers, taxes, state taxes
Agents, assistants, managers, business managers
Fees and damages
Plus somebody else, to make sure that they’re not scammin' us
Shit'll have you depressed, checkin' your balances
Luckily, it’s me, I know how to balance it
My dad said it's his dream to be actin', but it never happened
And when he talks 'bout back then, it breaks me to a million pieces
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