Sense

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=2vSxnRFyXwM

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Lord, my all, what you think of it?

Been on this long road accumulating luggage

As time proceeds, preoccupied with everything

I think it's 'bout that I sing of nothing

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Never too much friends, what is your circumference?

I swear to God, times is hard, but they're getting better

Tryna enjoy every moment, but see we so competitive

Rollerblader, techie, highly asynchronous, 439, humanist, free🎉, as the world t/b urns 😅🤷‍♀️, TBC(?) 👋💚 Do what you can, Show them how to be rich 💛

Sipping wine sipping wine cause my Henny finished

Hard to be friendly with women who seen too many niggas

So I keep my circle small, you need reduction

Never too much friends, what is your circumference?

Swear to God, times is hard, but they gettin′ better

Tryna enjoy every moment, but see we so competitive

Gabbana made the level, and I never missed a supper

But still my hunger′s like a fucking model at a buffet

And with these broads who in love, they ain't seen any better

But dollar signs never mind any Cupid′s arrow

And if my heart could speak, it would talk to freaks

And leave the room when a nigga try sleep with 'em

Getting high, getting by, watching time fly

Tell my niggas, I′ma get 'em if they gon′ ride

Young, wild nigga living the dream

Although I'm not who I'm destined to be, they keep saying, Grow up


Lord, my all, what you think of it?

You been on this long road accumulating luggage

And as time proceeds, preoccupied with everything

I think it′s ′bout time that we sing of nothing, wassup?

Been on this long road accumulating luggage

And as time proceeds, preoccupied with everything

I think it's ′bout time that I sing of nothing, go

Go

I pray my girl don't turn to my baby mother yet

But in fact I do, I need my boo to keep my shit in check

And shit get easier when dreams of chasing respect

Get realized, and ain′t no team invading your set

Getting high, getting by as my mind fly

Just bought my homie a Rollie simply to pass time

And on top it's lonely so keep your homies right by your side

And if life is short then we′ll be the shorts of the Fab Five

Severed ties with any nigga who covet mine

And all the stunting got me looking ugly in momma's eyes

But I gotta do it, these niggas need provocative music

And as a youth momma worked too much to have an influence

Rapping and music, a bunch of bitches acting too foolish

You gotta be stupid, even Tim Allen had him a tooly

Getting high, sitting down, thinking out loud

It's a shame niggas lame, but I′ma hold it down

Let my bread roll, never let my friends go

That′s why I let these dreads grow, I'll never fit your fucking crown

Getting high, getting by, watching time fly

Tell these niggas I′ma get 'em e′ry other time

Young, wild niggas sit in your seat

Know every weekend every liquor for free from Chilli Bowl to Phillippe

Necklace so chilly, bitch, I sow what I reap

Double M Genius, make these bitches so deep

I make these niggas' opinion on younger lyricists consistently weak

Put my cardio in the audio, you missin′ the beat

I'm out, standing in every avenue, I'm good in the streets

Outstanding, shitting on niggas, but you sit when you pee, hold up [🙄💚]

La la, la la

I figure

La la, la la

They don′t care nothing ′bout albums
La la, la la

So why not give 'em an album
La la, la la

About—ha ha
La la, la la (La la, la—hey, hey)
Hey

La la, la la (La la, la—hey, hey)
You better sing that shit, nigga

La la, la la (Hey, hey, hey)
Woo
La la, la la (La la, la—hey, hey)

This how you start the ma′fucking show
La la, la la (La la, la—hey, hey)

My fourth joint in a row
La la, la la (La la, la—hey, hey)

The moon's in the motherfuckin′ sky
La la, la la (Hey, hey)

Alright, hey
La la, la la

Lord, my all, what you think of it?

You been on this long road accumulating luggage

As time proceeds, preoccupied with everything

I think it's ′bout time that we sing of nothing, wassup?

Been on this long road accumulating luggage

As time proceeds, preoccupied with everything

I think it's 'bout time that I sing of nothing

- Wale (2015)

Time to clock in, baby

Yeah

You ready?

Yes, I was ready last time

We gon′ call this The Intro About Nothing

It's gon′ go like this


La la

La la, la la


Lord, my all, what you think of it? (La la)

Been on this long road accumulating luggage

As time proceeds, preoccupied with everything (La la, la la)

(Start the show) I think it's 'bout time that I sing of nothing