Ewonee thee beatnik - Gen.y's lyrics

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Ewonee thee beatnik - Gen.y's lyrics

W-w-w-watch me grab the mic with no drink in my hand Got to have a sober mind when you're thinking of plans Other folks wasting time, watch them sink in the sane While I work out the kink in the strands Gotta keep it motivated even if you try to bring in your clan Catch me posted on your block, dripping krink and some cans Pieces you couldn't color with a pink enough crayon You on that inner-circle mind state, shrinking your brand No new friends huh? Sure that keeps your links in demand? It's a sticky situation and ya'll reeking of jam Want to spread your music online and deepen your fans? Well lets reach an agreement in hopes that we can expand First, you're not famous why you try to make it so? Paying money for following to follow ratios It disgusts me like swallowing from dog fel**tio Music sound like you wallow in what's on the radio And you probably are, but it's not my job to care Just saying, all your recordings sound like you fought for air I'ma stop you there, but the more i peel through the layers It amazes me how many appeal to what's there I mean now a days everyone's a producer, a rapper A photographer, actor, or a model and dapper Thinking 'bout they double-O-T-D's going day to day Maybe if I rocked some fitted Jays i'd probably get more plays But eh, it's ripped stained jeans and windbreakers Slick paintings with brick slayers You'd probably reblog it, but we see it through our eyes Physical manifestations leaving you surprised Treat you to our lives, only seconds you would last, last Party like its 99, headed to the past Pleasant you would ask, keep that for the shelves Bottom line is, let your art speak for itself For itself