Consent is easy It looks like Me sending you texts all day About Tongue and two finger combos what I wish I could do Because I know you like them It looks like me Wearing a tie Because I know You like to take it off And be blindfolded Consent Is both of us Passionately Having fun Both of us Burning out together Both of us Coupled together Like A spliced electrical wire That’s consent —— If it isn’t firing If it isn’t equally enthusiastic If you’re not in to it Than I’m not having fun We can do something different Anything Cook Nap There is no pressure to be anything
Hang in there This is life This is what you’ve got I flipped the script I changed it up Maybe I was a fool Sure I panicked in the beginning Thought what the hell have I done But then you ask Ok what do I do now? I have to keep going forward I have to I can’t stop I can’t stop The sky is the limit But we’re going to break through that too… Both feet on the ground Reality can be distressing But if you’ve got the moves Stay in the ring Pressing ——- I know you want to scream 3am what kind of life is this… ——- Build a dream This is your life …. What you get is what you’ve got… What do we do about it ? What are you gonna do now? Keep pressing Keep writing Keep building Soon you’ll be flying Looking back saying Look at that We overcame What we thought would crush us We surprised even ourselves We can build We can change We can run this race That boy from the mountains Passed down shoes Kerosine heat Concrete floors A lot of sacrifice But look where it got you… Look at what a boy can do…
Keep your head down Keep pressing Keep writing Keep climbing Soon you’ll be flying
Just let me be me Don’t let me be good Let me be great Stop the world Stop settling Don’t be ok With showing up To your destiny Late —// I should already be dead Sometimes I wonder why you did it What would make you end it, Came up on nothing Cold concrete Heated by kerosine Rolls of carpet in the hallway -/// Working everyday Full time from the age of 16 Overtime because I’ve got a dream —/// New hustle New religion Stacked adrenaline Stranger in this town Left it for the iron city Bags are at the door Been training to lift it Since the age of …. 6 Names under scripture Highlighted by gin Whispers wondering where you’ve been -/// I don’t have time to rest She said managing monotony and monogamy was like putting murder in her mind She’s dying from the small town life , She’s doing things she said she never would… She’s thinking about things she said she never would … —/// You don’t fit in and you don’t stand out You are a new kind of …. A new mind of… —-// Bond girl Straight out of water Kill lights She’s all power Couple Feet on the ground She’s got a hit list She’s taking things out We threw punches Spit blood Broke prides Life isn’t a fairy tale Life isn’t free Hard lessons learned —-// Go in hard like an icon Come up running Came from nothing And they’ll keep it from you if you let it Nothing’s guaranteed Read the fine print Hold them to it New fire Fresh hustle Old power Take this iron city and lift it Buy a new dream Forget bling Show me a start up running on Hustle Step for step Dancing like Muhammad Ali Just waiting you sleepers out Coming up worthless Sitting back observing Waiting on the bell Waiting on the knockout Now everyone’s married Locked in 18 to life Living on dad Dead at 30 What’s that echo? Bell… Feet on the ground Building —/// Don’t show up late to your dream… —-/// Don’t settle It’s a struggle Power couple Full hustle Build No kids She wants a prenup Hustler all her life She’s not a bad bitch She’s not even savage she’s quietly building buying this town She’s coming up
Simon: What if we had pizza Francis: I want chicken nuggets! FIFTY chicken nuggets. Ethan: we’re having…we’re having…Space soup. Simon: This isn’t very promising. Ethan: It’s very good. You’ll like it. Francis: Where’s the space? I don’t see the space? Are you sure you’re making this right? Simon: are we poor? You can hit me with it dad. I’m a big dog. Francis: oooh tuna, what’s poor? Is that in this ? Ethan: What! (Slams counter) nonsense! You gentlemen, are the richest scoundrels I personally know.
She’s pulling doubles 104 %. 104 weeks A year You can’t handle what you Can’t own You can’t taste What you can’t touch She’s out of your class She’s out of patience for your (Love) (truck) (excuses) There’s no coming back to There’s no Past Blast She’s moving forward And she ain’t paying taxes She’s writing off the years she carried your asses She’s stacking cash She’s building her empire No holds barred Who made the rules ? She’s out to build She’s out to thrill Her self No coming back No looking back She’s her own muse She makes her own rules She’s making money No sides Full hustle