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Alumni Cloud
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You're the sweetest thing I have ever known
And to think that you are mine alone
There is no -
Yeah, let me do this, make the music to make the movements
I spit my two cents, going doofus, I'm 'bout to lose it
Want retribution and restitution with less confusion
My execution is evolution, my soul is losing
Uncle Sam don't give a damn, he got a paper route
You got some dreams, but it's designed so you can't make it out
Go to work and pay your bills, no time to think about
You getting paid, but they never bring the change around
Laying down, my brain's a goner
The swords and armor we rely on, it's just hope and karma
Always judging like your honor, only tears and trauma
Boy, you gotta chase the comma, gotta get the comma
Man, I'm 'bout to crash out, pull the MACs out, it's time to spaz out
My last straw, already passed out, I'm a cash cow
My brain's rich, put my hands out, this how it's planned out
Think you see the picture? Don't forget the camera pans out
Let me do this, make the music to make the movements
I spit my two cents, going doofus, I'm 'bout to lose it
Want retribution and restitution with less confusion
My execution is evolution, my soul is losing
Yeah, the devil's coming (coming)
Boy, you better start running (running)
When he shows up at the function
No discussion (bap)
I want what's mine, that's lost money and lost time
I'm so confined, my open mind turned Columbine
The wall is up, it's all designed to not be climbed
Greatness defined, yet so broke, let me hold a dime
The stars aligned, put all that matters on all the platters
Hold the ch-ch-chatter, or choppa scatter and leave you tattered
All we know is disaster, back is always against the plastic
You can be an Alpha, even Kappa, he still gon' cap ya
He don't care about an alma mater (nope)
He ain't going off to college, gotta raise a daughter
He raised her proper, went to school, she wanna be a doctor
He can't afford tuition, but he wanna see her prosper
Think fast, make a plan, come out on top
He got a place he gonna rob, he know just the spot
He said, "Empty out your pockets, gimme all you got
Put the money in the bag, it's not worth getting shot"
"Everybody on they knees, I won't ask, please"
He took the money from the safe, got about a hundred Gs
Then he dipped out the back, now his mind's at ease
Until he popped around the corner, all he heard was, "Freeze," damn
Moral of the story is, there isn't one
You flip a coin and pick a side for a victim
The only outcome they'll care about is income
I just hope I live long enough to get to live some
Let me do this, make the music to make the movements
I spit my two cents, going doofus, I'm 'bout to lose it
Want retribution and restitution with less confusion
My execution is evolution, my soul is losing
Yeah, the devil's coming (coming)
Boy, you better start running (running)
When he shows up at the function
No discussion (bap)