What The Pawn Shop Didn't Want - Count Bass D

Love me tender

Love me chill

Complete surrender of her own sweet will

In an artist rendering

A self taught skill

Return to sender

The bullet shot to kill

Shit ain’t goin' nowhere

His life is a treadmill

Vinyl seems dead although niggas be askin' still

She wanted Chocolate for Valentines Day, close

He gave her a drill

Good thing Jill on the pill Jack

Hold this till' I come back

Only be a minute

Check the time

I’m a poet, and I show it and always kill it

Organic intellectual

Beyond rederick, religion and ritual

In it for the royalties and the residuals

The boil of the parable

Your dreams are insurmountable

Reality bites, wake up, you’re not better than Dwight

I don’t even see why you sittin' over there tryna front

All you got left, is what the pawn shop didn’t want