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Hot Homie Bobo "Driver"

Didn't I do what I had to damn do?
Didn't I allude to what I knew to be the truth,
Didn't I speak, a little bit out of line,
Until the water came up, and that shit got way too high,
Didn't my walls keep tearing me apart,
My uncle said it's all air, but fuck it I'll go for more,
I been eating all day, god knows I've had too much,
but I don't stop as such, I've also got food for lunch,
Most of these girls are hardly even here,
I went down the old town, to see who's disappeared,
There were twenty four girls not there but in spirit,
It's the syndrome of the times, they appearin on merit,
Lock yourself in and don't say a word,
I know the mantra of the people, fuckin voice won't get heard,
Minutes passed by and i'm still alone,
I got the phone call, mum said when you coming back home?
Consumed by the city, ruined by the land,
I'm assumed to be at parties, but really I'm no man,
A pink cup felon with a scar on his hand,
Cause the past made no odds and the future's all planned
So inhibited by the rotten catalyst,
It's the grey fuckin hope of the people with the lists,
Man I'm programmed, why am I havin a good time?
It's the 24/7 artificial happy life,
Forecast twenty different things in one day,
Nobodys knows the fucking truth - or is it games they fuckin play?
Move over for a second cause I'm tryna catch a ride,
I would have walked down the road, but a uber's half the price,
Corporate funding, carpool makes fun shit,
Imma waste all my money on public trans-shit,
Imma ignore trans rights and go spend all my cash on,
The nouvelle prize for designer mink,
Make me look like a dick, guess what, I don't care,
That line's been used so many time's, it's now hardly there,
Cover up the unison speech of the free-willed,
Mask it up with danger tape and tell your friends you've had a thrill,
God damn you'll say what they want you to say,
If it means you have less trouble, putting gas into spray,#
You're being slowly suffocated by your fucking perfume,
Am I the only nigga in the room, with a brother in a tomb?
Consumed by the city, ruined by the land,
I'm assumed to be at parties, but really I'm no man,
A pink cup felon with a scar on his hand,
Cause the past made no odds and the future's all planned
So inhibited by the rotten catalyst,
It's the grey fuckin hope of the people with the lists,
Man I'm programmed, why am I havin a good time?
It's the 24/7 artificial happy life,
Or you gonna hide that, why do you desire that,
Why do you tell others that the sad life is nice, man,
Focus on the bigger plans, you could get a hundred grand,
If you fall over in the store and ask for 'legal ac-tion'
The motorized vehicles won't carry you everywhere,
But they can do a good job of taking you anywhere,
Into infinity, you'll collapse and implode,
If you ever fucking saw, a man without a load of cash,
They keep their wads in their back pockets,
I know cause I took that,
I know I wouldn't be here if I ain't hooked that,
I know that society's a state of mind,
Well then fuckin tell me in your mind what's the fuckin time,
You lose the clock and begin to work just like clockwork,
You could be a cool dude if you weren't awkward, they say to me,
But why would I want to hang on trashy streets,
With people dressed in Louis V?
I just don't understand anyone anymore,
And who can blame me?
We're all societies little minions,
So bow down to the king