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Afterhours with the flask askin' for powers

He shot it down in my hour of weakness, holding my crown 'gainst the ground

Hope it drown out my sorrows, my tears forming a puddle

It clears up 'fore you notice I couldn't hold it

This pressure keepin' me sore

Don't be surprised if I'm stretched out the floor

You coulda did more

All you did was record it

All you did was Story it

That's how we get sorted

Got you doing viewings over the cordless

This life gorgeous, but she a whore

Ion know what to else to call it

You fucked either way nigga might as well profit

By the way, did I mention I'm exhausted?

Off it, 24/7 in a substance

Rush hit only for a second when my lungs lift

Uphill battle, must feel great

Trust us, kids don't know no better

Must be powder, must be drink

Guess I oughta go insane

And who could blame me?

I need an invite to the party

Where all the water taste like molly

In all white like Dej, feel godly

My good girl dressed up all naughty

And kids sing

And kids sing

The kids sing champagne

And kids sing

I mastered doubt

Who want me inclined to throw in the towel?

Sometimes it feel like myself, fickle and foul

And I'm shrouded, I bill a cloud

Then sound out a vowel

My habits weighing me down, but they get me up off the mattress

Time to give 'em a hat trick

I just passed this shit back to myself

Accent aigus in the crowd, niggas is proud

I gave 'em sumn to talk about

Light jog by now as these niggas walkin' out

Thank Unk that I'm runnin'

Gave me a jump, I'm out

That Rocket Power

And I pocket another Power Stone

God got me now, ain't got nun out here to cower from

Reporting live from out the catacomb

Rattled some bitch niggas that left they cameras home

All that spotlight, Imma grab it for 'em

It's not your turn

Let's see how this turn out

A lotta niggas just started and burned out, yeah

Thought of the art and we brought it to your house, yeah

Thought it'd be obvious? We Dante's Inferno

I mean DiGiorno shouldn't even have bothered to warm up

They brought it to your door, we cooked this shit up in ya furnace

I ain't touch the furniture

Took out the garbage, already done the chores

You won't hear about 'em no more

You won't hear about 'em no more

You won't hear about 'em no more

Right?

Right

K!