Super Ego
Super Ego

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Super Ego Lyrics

Wow berry lemonade is fucking gas
Aye you gotta keep that part in the song
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Big man, bulletproof
Track star, marathon running shoes
Catch up on me bitch but you can't jump through all those hola-hoops
Wait, wait
I think I hear em doing voodoo
Gotta do it for the ones who wouldn't
Its a talk, we don't discuss it
I could tell you, but I don't love you
If you real you know what's up
Or you gone die and turn to nothing
Yeah
I came from hell and still made heaven out of something
Yeah, yeah
It not enough for us
But still its way too many
I drink the golden cup
Mistook that bitch for Henny
I took the red pill
Mistook that bitch for xanies
I just took your bitch to up the ante
I got, Italian family
I got cousins who been made into families
I got records doing hits at the Grammys
I hear gossip from sources
I keep some tabs on my friendships
I just gather my data and return that mutual expression
Wait, wait
Oh thats supposed to be this year
Y'all time was like a life ago
I could tell you boys never been here
Its a lifetime spent striking gold and y'all can never know the details
You spent a lifetime trying to buy a dream when I was putting that bitch back on retail
He a
Big man, big man, yeah he bulletproof
Yeah that boy a track star, marathon running shoes
You can try and catch up on me bitch through all those hola-hoops
Woke up at my sides spot, I hear em doing voodoo
Yeah
Oh its supposed to be y'all time
I can't see you with a spotlight
February when saw life
K told me bout the God life
Looking back I never saw right
I never really knew what life was
But now the crystal ball looking so clear
I could tell they never really liked us
I could tell they music really hyped up
You could get stabbed or you could knife inside
Or you could take it out and get strapped up
Paris models in the black truck
I'm a mogul honey, I could act tough
We make it glow with money before the tax cuts
I'm just throwing money when she act up
She get low for me I tell he back up
Whoa, yeah
Are you really that surprised
Cause when you get off a pill
I could see the evil in your eyes
Super ego in disguise
He helped me open up my eyes
Yeah
But now that I became the evil twin I'm out here running though the wild
I took a trip to see the east
I had to go the extra miles
But like a Side Gate I had to push her home cause baby I go up in five
I work the hours like a job
But the clock don't tell the time
And like a Minute baby I could fuck you now but I got problems on my mind
Cause he a problem solver, I could fix the matrix
I'm the only father, that's a public statement
You could foul bout it, I got loaded bases
And I thought about it so its illustrated
Its a custom deck and that bitch full of aces
Everybody looking at us crazy cause the jealous mind don't want to see us make it
I don't talk about it but I demonstrate it
He a
Big man, big man, yeah he bulletproof
Yeah that boy a track star, marathon running shoes
You can try and catch up on me bitch through all those hola-hoops
Woke up at my sides spot, I hear em doing voodoo
Yeah
Oh its supposed to be y'all time?

Wow berry lemonade is fucking gas
Aye you gotta keep that part in the song
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Big man, bulletproof
Track star, marathon running shoes
Catch up on me bitch but you can't jump through all those hola-hoops
Wait, wait
I think I hear em doing voodoo
Gotta do it for the ones who wouldn't
Its a talk, we don't discuss it
I could tell you, but I don't love you
If you real you know what's up
Or you gone die and turn to nothing
Yeah
I came from hell and still made heaven out of something
Yeah, yeah
It not enough for us
But still its way too many
I drink the golden cup
Mistook that bitch for Henny
I took the red pill
Mistook that bitch for xanies
I just took your bitch to up the ante
I got, Italian family
I got cousins who been made into families
I got records doing hits at the Grammys
I hear gossip from sources
I keep some tabs on my friendships
I just gather my data and return that mutual expression
Wait, wait
Oh thats supposed to be this year
Y'all time was like a life ago
I could tell you boys never been here
Its a lifetime spent striking gold and y'all can never know the details
You spent a lifetime trying to buy a dream when I was putting that bitch back on retail
He a
Big man, big man, yeah he bulletproof
Yeah that boy a track star, marathon running shoes
You can try and catch up on me bitch through all those hola-hoops
Woke up at my sides spot, I hear em doing voodoo
Yeah
Oh its supposed to be y'all time
I can't see you with a spotlight
February when saw life
K told me bout the God life
Looking back I never saw right
I never really knew what life was
But now the crystal ball looking so clear
I could tell they never really liked us
I could tell they music really hyped up
You could get stabbed or you could knife inside
Or you could take it out and get strapped up
Paris models in the black truck
I'm a mogul honey, I could act tough
We make it glow with money before the tax cuts
I'm just throwing money when she act up
She get low for me I tell he back up
Whoa, yeah
Are you really that surprised
Cause when you get off a pill
I could see the evil in your eyes
Super ego in disguise
He helped me open up my eyes
Yeah
But now that I became the evil twin I'm out here running though the wild
I took a trip to see the east
I had to go the extra miles
But like a Side Gate I had to push her home cause baby I go up in five
I work the hours like a job
But the clock don't tell the time
And like a Minute baby I could fuck you now but I got problems on my mind
Cause he a problem solver, I could fix the matrix
I'm the only father, that's a public statement
You could foul bout it, I got loaded bases
And I thought about it so its illustrated
Its a custom deck and that bitch full of aces
Everybody looking at us crazy cause the jealous mind don't want to see us make it
I don't talk about it but I demonstrate it
He a
Big man, big man, yeah he bulletproof
Yeah that boy a track star, marathon running shoes
You can try and catch up on me bitch through all those hola-hoops
Woke up at my sides spot, I hear em doing voodoo
Yeah
Oh its supposed to be y'all time?

Writer(s): Gianni Fasoline
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid, TUNECORE INC
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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