Mickey Factz - 414 Words lyrics

It's Mickey! [Verse 1] A couple of words for the ears of the listeners You're here as a visitor, please leave your signature Diary of Mickey on display it's a yearbook Privacy is really a decay, I'm a werewolf Alive in the night, 4:14 on my clock as I write Bills on my countertop rocking my life Bill collectors plotting calling non-stop got me tight They blocked outta spite Credit score growing, bank account got a comma now for the moment Health Insurance got a brother zoning Misery in life is history, crazy how a number with two 4's just got a trilogy America about to vote Trump instead of Hillary What happened to the dignity, somebody gotta tell me before I have me a mini-me And be a faja, like Mike Myers minus being the monster Sitting on a chase sippin' OJ and vodka, Americana sponsored People creepin' in my inbox like they Contra Listen to my song please, little do they know I do the same thing with Don C Difference is the angle, we ain't speak since April, 2014 There go that number again, it's still haunting me Deja vu, but I won't let it conquer me People know the name, but it so hard to market me Hurting every vein, my brain and all my arteries The black Sean Connery, Y-3 honorary member as a nominee Came a long way from my lawyer dreams All it means, is a couple hundred words can change a man's outlook Go from unemployed to dreamin' 'bout how the house look Concrete floors got it looking like a loft 20-13 man I couldn't buy a Voss Two years later now I'm looking like a boss and the dealership sayin', "I look good inside a Porsche" Two seater, a few visas, new Caesar, ruler and haircut, true leader I got 'em sick to they stomach, now that's a flu fever Going over my words they all proof readers Lesson learned without a school teacher Payin' Paul before I knew Peter Expressionism scribes for my supporters I'm hoping the letters hit 'em, prayin' Loretta feel 'em Lauren getting older I'm hoping to give her wisdom She better listen, blank canvas on a wall, my television It's knots in my heart, these words are in the prison Reflecting prism I had 4.14 in my bank account Same time in the morning I had to think it out Same number with words I used to paint it out 414, 414