Dunkin & Credentials Perry Maysun & Young Wabo
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[Intro: Young Wabo]
America runs on Dunkin
Yeah
They say it sound like—
They say it sound like—
They say it sound like—
[Verse 1: Young Wabo]
They say it sound like relaxation, that's somethin' that I need
But I'm caught between a hard place and this motherfuckin' weed
What can I do? Just make similes and metaphors for how I'm s'posed to score but how I end up
On square one, no Monopoly board
[?] are what I want for me
I need them seven digits in my bank
What that shit count for? I don't know but I know I need more
I wish it could be more simple, but the world runs on Dunkin and credentials
I heard life's a bitch, chivalry is essential
Niggas dyin' for the green, like peas and the lentils, shit
[Verse 2: Perry Maysun, Young Wabo]
Me and Wabo writin' from the same pen
Played for a paycheck
Weather gettin' wetter, so I stayed in
Talkin' as if I wouldn't do it if it was sunny
Better die for your money
Here's a guide to the lovely ways that you could make a better green
Proof for petty medicine
At least you've got better jeans than the next man, please
Look inside your heart, it's the emptiest room
Even King Tut died in the loneliest tomb
I got the [?], blunt burner, steam like a dumb furnace
Hands to the sky yellin' "I know you heard this"
What is my purpose? I've been wonderin' forever
'Til the one day I pull that lever
I prolly need to stop smokin' [?], prolly need to tap in with my mama
Prolly need to stay out the drama, but you know how prolly be, its cus the only constant thing is the commas, aye
Off the dome feelin' like Socrates, but, I gotta tell you, these feet of mine are tired
I don't know how to do it, but I really stay wired 24/7 in the lab with Perry (For real, nigga)
America runs on Dunkin
Yeah
They say it sound like—
They say it sound like—
They say it sound like—
[Verse 1: Young Wabo]
They say it sound like relaxation, that's somethin' that I need
But I'm caught between a hard place and this motherfuckin' weed
What can I do? Just make similes and metaphors for how I'm s'posed to score but how I end up
On square one, no Monopoly board
[?] are what I want for me
I need them seven digits in my bank
What that shit count for? I don't know but I know I need more
I wish it could be more simple, but the world runs on Dunkin and credentials
I heard life's a bitch, chivalry is essential
Niggas dyin' for the green, like peas and the lentils, shit
[Verse 2: Perry Maysun, Young Wabo]
Me and Wabo writin' from the same pen
Played for a paycheck
Weather gettin' wetter, so I stayed in
Talkin' as if I wouldn't do it if it was sunny
Better die for your money
Here's a guide to the lovely ways that you could make a better green
Proof for petty medicine
At least you've got better jeans than the next man, please
Look inside your heart, it's the emptiest room
Even King Tut died in the loneliest tomb
I got the [?], blunt burner, steam like a dumb furnace
Hands to the sky yellin' "I know you heard this"
What is my purpose? I've been wonderin' forever
'Til the one day I pull that lever
I prolly need to stop smokin' [?], prolly need to tap in with my mama
Prolly need to stay out the drama, but you know how prolly be, its cus the only constant thing is the commas, aye
Off the dome feelin' like Socrates, but, I gotta tell you, these feet of mine are tired
I don't know how to do it, but I really stay wired 24/7 in the lab with Perry (For real, nigga)
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