Sundaze / Devin's Song - Rexx Life Raj

I’m ain’t gonna lie, I’m fake drunk right now

I might, wait

I’m lightweight perky, baby

He’s, he’s drunk, he’s the drunkest

Look, ay, look

I knocked your bitch at Sundaze

She said she had a nigga, I still knocked your bitch at Sundaze

She said 'I seen you on The FADER, I think on the front page'

The littest nigga in here, so dressed like I live off Trump change

Your favorite rapper unpaid

I’m taking shots like I was at the gun range

They taking shots at subliminals, fuck it though, I’m unphased

If I told you who was in my DMs you would freak out

Your favorite rapper seems very untouched with what I tweet out

Pussy in the bathroom when I eat out

It ain’t too much talking, I’m whipping meat out

After nudes, it ain’t too much that you could leave out

You can bust her after I take my shot on the rebound

I might re-up with a Rita Ora, I’m glowing, you see the horror

They treat my words like the Torah, or the Q’uran or something

Been on my own and on my job, and now I’m on to something

They switched on me, I kept it on and running

This type of train don’t slow for nothing, no

Look, ask my nigga Dew, we’ve been on the moon, we got shit to do, ay ay

Winning battle with these inner thoughts, and giving awkward interviews, ay ay

When they talking 'bout the realest out here, they don’t ever mention you, ay ay

I’m the pinnacle, you look pitiful, you could use a break

You at yo' mama crib writing verses

I took Pac to ATL and saw Georgia peaches in person

You popping on Twitter, people love me in person

This shit is rap

As for these extra bags, I pay it in leftover stripper cash

I been out the way, on my own, yea

Hella missed calls on my phone, yea

Unapologetic, I apologize, ay

Niggas throwing shade, and that’s probably why

Cause I knocked this bitch at Sundaze

She said she had a nigga, I still knocked this bitch at Sundaze

She said 'I seen you on The FADER, I think on the front page'

The littest nigga in here, so dressed like I live off Trump change

Your favorite rapper unpaid

I’m taking shots like I was at the gun range

They taking shots at subliminals, fuck it though, I’m unphased

If I told you who was in my DMs you would freak out

Your favorite rapper seems really concerned with what I tweet out

I swear to God, ay

I do what I want now, don’t give a fuck, I do what I want

I got a plan now, I got a plan now

I never listen to these niggas, I never cooned out

They was talking riff raff, I always tuned out

I know what it did back then, what it do now

I saw the bigger picture like the Canon was zoomed out

We came a long way from Black Planet

Myspace pages and bad habits on the party line with our bad asses

Mama keep telling us get off her phone

But we gon' call back when her ass leave home

Lil ghetto children searching for more

I just wanted everything I couldn’t touch in the store

I just wanted everything now, Harlem World Mase had

I wanted everything they told me that I can’t have

They said, time heals all wounds, Devin Dev ain’t pass

That was my nine eleven plane crash

That was my wake up call, saying 'Wake up dog'

Everything won’t and it can’t last

I see his face in the bubbles when I toast champagne glass

(Face in the bubbles when I toast champagne glass)

Looking up to God, asking «How long the pain last?»

(Stand up one for the pain)

We do it all for you…

This one is all for you…

What’s the most harmonious way to live your life?

What’s the way that makes you and the people that you come in contact with the

most happy?