Brickell Notes II Lyrics

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They say I'm old school sprinkled with that new shit

Feel like I'm in a pickle every time I do shit

Even when I was little always thought I knew shit

I know who I am I don't have to prove shit

This part two of Brickell notes

Part one was lost afloat

Never manned a boat

I'm used to snow and coats

Up in the Midwest

To be honest I'm impressed

With the beaches and the sex

Hard times come with stress

And sunshine solves the rest

Three days before I left

I had cuffs around my wrists

My pops was pissed helped a nigga get out

Told him I'd drop a disc and we'll figure it out

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What about part three?

Invitation parties

Feels like a meet and greet

Feels like I can't take a seat

Standing up prim and proper

They serving shrimp and lobster

Some of them went to Harvard

Some got old money

Mexican dough money

Johnny Depp blow money

1 milly a show money

I'm feeling like an outcast

Where's Ms. Jackson?

Or better yet the bathroom

Can't find it in this mansion

A different type of fashion

JT with the suit and tie

Take a seat in the stall and wonder why

Think back to when we rode down Uni

The same street that our homie died

Our love still alive left us traumatized

But we made it through

Now when we celebrate we dedicating it to you

That's true

People say I changed

But how you 'possed to grow

When all you do is stay the same?

That's real

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