[Intro: Brakence & Alan Watts]
Brakence in the second round now
And I don’t even feel like I need a rest
Got a bag of the luck
EP next week and I’m unimpressed
Now I consider that I myself I’m a successful man in business
I hate business
Play this record as frequently as-
I hate everything to do with it;
Accounting, figuring, adding up numbers
Brakence
Because they’re all arid. They don’t smell of anything but sometimes there’s an interesting smell to the ink on a checkbook But by and large I don't like it
[Verse 1]
Brakence in the second round now
And I don’t even feel like I need a rest
Got a bag of the luck
EP next week and I’m unimpressed
At 16, I bought my boo a bouquet
17 years I’ma kill the kit in no saves
I just drop the habits that make my life fucking gray
I’m so jealous of my future I need to pick up the pace like
I don’t wanna change my tone
But I couldn’t do this on my own, ay
And if anybody call my phone
I’m like we get no beef, we’re crop grown, ay
I don’t even need credit
When I work witcha I’ma get hitched
Do my thing then I make connections
No one knows where I’m 'bout to go
Brakence in the second round now
And I don’t even feel like I need a rest
Got a bag of the luck
EP next week and I’m unimpressed
Now I consider that I myself I’m a successful man in business
I hate business
Play this record as frequently as-
I hate everything to do with it;
Accounting, figuring, adding up numbers
Brakence
Because they’re all arid. They don’t smell of anything but sometimes there’s an interesting smell to the ink on a checkbook But by and large I don't like it
[Verse 1]
Brakence in the second round now
And I don’t even feel like I need a rest
Got a bag of the luck
EP next week and I’m unimpressed
At 16, I bought my boo a bouquet
17 years I’ma kill the kit in no saves
I just drop the habits that make my life fucking gray
I’m so jealous of my future I need to pick up the pace like
I don’t wanna change my tone
But I couldn’t do this on my own, ay
And if anybody call my phone
I’m like we get no beef, we’re crop grown, ay
I don’t even need credit
When I work witcha I’ma get hitched
Do my thing then I make connections
No one knows where I’m 'bout to go
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