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pardon me - eyeluvoscar lyrics

[verse 1]
first you cut me off
think i lost but that’s yo fault
making masterpieces like mozart
drive my whip like go*kart
that boy think he so smart
you don’t got real goyard
me and bro going so hard
all you n*ggas subpar
won’t catch me at a club or bar
my money stretch like pilates
i hope you not like ally lotti
i’m in the party i’m smoking gelati
but bro in the party he clutching a tommy
bad hoe here and i’m calling her mommy
she want it nasty, i call her wasabi
they wanna play well call me atari
they want my soul, but i can’t sell sorry
you n*ggas think that you came up, hardly
still mad that a n*gga couldn’t see darby
[bridge]
but f*ck it i’m off of the weed, i’m off the gas
i barely can see, i barely can breathe i’m kind of relieved
i’m kind of surprised don’t know what to think
its titanic the way that you sink
betraying my trust now it’s all in debris
i ran through the ranks now they all tryna seize
and if money don’t grow on trees, how do i keep getting this green?
all these n*ggas be under me
luckily
n*gga f*ck you mean?
better watch yo mouth
i played my role
imma ball for the team

[verse 2]
imma ball for the dream
imma ball for the nights
imma ball for the days
imma ball for the times where a n*gga couldn’t sleep
imma ball for the times where a n*gga wouldn’t peep
rappers be sheep, put them all in a whip drive em into a sea
wanna see h*ll?
it’s no h*ll i believe
wanna see god?
then you better come to me
all of these popular n*ggas gone ruin the populace
i’m pushing b*ttons till i’m not a part of it
part of me wanna ask pardon me? what are we doing to pardon this?
people love you when it’s posthumous
i loved you it was obvious
i loved you and you’re bottomless
you got my heart tryna harbor it
i’m in the dark tryna nourish it
flexed on me when i had no encouragement
took me some time, but on god i’m unlearning sh*t
bro looked at me like, stop all worrying
just put my sister my mama in fur again
hope i don’t hurt again, call up the clergyman
might need a prayer cause bro doing dirt again
murdaman murdaman murdaman
might need a prayer they got a new shirt again
murdaman murdaman murdaman

- eyeluvoscar lyrics

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