Lyracs Lyrics

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[Intro]
… Feelin’ lucky today. Haha…

[Verse 1]
It’s been a minute since I seen you, I see you grew up.
Things are too much, it sucks, we haven’t grew enough.
It doesn’t matter, though;
I use my talent to go somewhere I was never challenged to go.
I’ve been blessed with a talent.
And lucky enough to know it was divinely granted.
I’m finally standing. On my own.
Why should I be handed anything that isn’t a crown?
Or a throne. Or a box of Crown chicken; From uptown.
WITH misfortune? I would be here scorchin’.
WITH fortune? My smiles would be disproportionate to memories, and sh*t that is morbid.
Which is more important?
Mortal riches, appeal to immortal b*tches.
Are we afraid of new moral sickness?
Ask yourself.
What makes me tick, what makes me smile, and what makes me flip.
Maybe your enemy is you.
Or you of the same species.

… Yeah, I know, it ain’t easy.

[Chorus]
Chris Rock sample:
“You would think by now…”
“… women would just rule the world.”
“… women would just rule the world.”
“… women would just rule the world.”
“… But they don’t.”

“You would think by now…”
“… women would just rule the world.”
“… But they don’t; But they don’t; But they don’t.”
“… You know why?”

WOMEN. HATE. WOMEN.
WOMEN, WOMEN. HATE. WOMEN.
WOMEN, WOMEN. HATE. WOMEN.
WOMEN, WOMEN. HATE. WOMEN.

WOMEN. HATE. WOMEN.
WOMEN, WOMEN. HATE. WOMEN.
WOMEN, WOMEN. HATE. WOMEN.
… HATE. WOMEN.

[Verse 2]
Mere luck got me past my last sad thought.
(Ha) I knew I was lucky to even have thoughts.
Thank God, for my mind.
Whatever, that looks odd for the time. I had on earth.
Since what can’t be defined, is the “where” that you can find things that I bring.
How ‘bout some f*ckin’ high beams?
Try me.
I shine brightly.
It’s kinda hard to deal with that, when you really want wifey.
And got groupies saying, “Charles, come and pipe me.”.
I would need a special girl, to keep my mind free;
From how the spotlight breathes all kinds of evil and deceit.
Worse than anything that you can speak.
But she will forever hate, the hoes that wanna speculate.
They’re on a breakfast chase; They wanna give my eggs a taste.
Let ‘em hold a banana, and they get a camera.
They do a trick with a bottle, [and] they think that they can write a novel.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Sheeeit, I don’t hate women, they’re artists without art.
‘Cause they’re body is God’s work of art, from the heart.
Pardon my nonsense, I’m just talking across this reinforced glass window, called my soul.
I had all the women, all the girls, and of course, all the hoes.
The water flows, and so do all sorts of panties, and hands, and sweat glands that I dance with...
When I put on a jimmy, and rammed it, then split.
Maybe I’m the worse, or a diamond in the rough.
Girls’ best friend, still, I don’t give a f*ck.
Lady luck, you out there? Guide me mama!
God said you were real, and you were right beside me mama!
If karma’s a b*tch? I need karma.
If life is a b*tch? Then karma might need armor.
If there is no life, no karma…
But no karma, means no drama.
But if I’m lucky, they can live in peace, and lady luck can live with me!

[Chorus]