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january 10 - adam jackson lyrics

till the end
took a tab once, fell for the whole trip
yo

it’s a jackson * who else you think they talking all about
pardon me, i’m sorry, i been hogging all the clout
asses hydraulic like impalas when they bounce
no snapchats we got models in the house
they be charging for that
it’s a market for that
any bar that we hit
let us park in the back
run the field & city
gotta pardon the facts
run the mic & midi
man i started from scratch
i work the hardest
oh, you don’t hear it
my first clubbing
i’m the guest appearance
how’s your album already in clearance
if it ain’t for the spirit
guess n0body wanna hear it. uh
you say you dropping racks popping a molly
you stocking a dolly
shopping at aldi
stopping at walgreens
plus you always had the option to call me
now you hit me ‘cuz my tape’s about to drop and it’s scalding
as of late
i been breaking all my backbones
tryna cop a half*home
kinda like my dad’s home
hoping that’ll feel like my dad’s home
sh*t * how’s that for a rap song
this is for my kids at the bottom
tryna find peace, to me * it’s twenty dollars
five on the wraps
five on the condoms
five on the pack
and five on the bottle
it feel like they don’t want you to fly
when they tell you go to school, after that you’ll be fine
now you paying off loans in a suit and a tie
oh sh*t * i’m 65 and i’m waiting to die. hold up
i been known since otterdale road
i was bumping j cole with a bag full of smoke
that’s why i still work harder than most
cuz i’m so sick of being broke

man i know the latest me is your favorite me
all their realest sh*t is sounding mighty fake to me
now it’s tags on my verses * you gotta pay for these
man i’m great, it’s no wonder they tryna play with me
they ain’t putting the time in it takes to make the league
i pay no mind to the people that lose faith in me
friends change i ain’t begging you to stay with me
my times coming, i don’t need you to wait for me
you want perfect, well sorry, the sh*t is make*believe
i get tired of all the sh*t that you say you need
when it starts to feel like you ain’t done a thing for me
i been working like an animal to say the least
too many nights with people that can’t hang with me
it’s a pain to see
wanna judge you when you say you work creatively
marijuana keep my mind where the sky is
checking my friends

they show love but want social status
they show love but won’t hold your baggage
i sip cab franc & roll the cabbage
making love. that’s the total package
bass in the trunk so they know it’s jackson
i deserve tarrant’s & some folded napkins
throw no bread, they get so dramatic
show fake love but i know they capping
want me trapped but can’t hold me captive
i just love being the show’s attraction
this ain’t magic
it don’t just happen
all your new sh*t gotta top your last sh*t
rolling doja, start smoking, laughing
noone noticed i stole the matches
this was way before buying backwoods
burned dasani caps when i packed it

bumping old wiz
once i came to college
saw they sold friends
all my old girls started f*cking old men
i promise it’s a whole lotta sh*t i won’t miss
i’ma take the whole game back to ’06
couldn’t buy an 8th so we had to roll spliffs
people still hit me like when you gon’ quit
same time * turn themselves into old friends
took a tab once, fell for the whole trip
i learned i’m alone in this life in the end
i could care less about working for the man
all i ever wanted was to make the world lit
working nine*to*five’s and i swear this ain’t it
give ’em fifty hours, but i’ll never be rich
january 10th, 1996
turned 24, still living like a kid

- adam jackson lyrics

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