Song 31 (Explicit)

Song 31 (Explicit) - Noname/Phoelix

All my everything is for you

All my terrible sense of humor and critical interviews

All my pearly gated redemption and casual afternoons

All this money you know I'm making

Like racin' against the moon but

I sell pain for profit and I feel prophet watchin'

Everything is for everything rhymin' with casualty

Ain't no labels that's backing me but my tickets be sellin' out

And I'm steady raising my fee that's another hit from my fee

110 degrees in the desert heat

With a bubble coat turtleneck underneath

Rolling up on the beach

Smokin a holy w**d laughing baking

My homie tee hopin' joking is all we need

When I sell pain for profit

Now I binge-watch Atlanta

No more TV representation from a Kelsey Grammer

Let's toast to n***as getting

Checks who work behind the camera

Somebody raise they man up

Truth be told I wear my heart on my sleeve

Watch you sit it on the shelf

Now my body got cold

I swear we'll never leave

Had to do it for myself to find my praise

Go get your a*s back inside

Real recognize real feelin' like real proof

Real buddy-buddy after the trip to the Cancun

Million dollar baby bet you can get to the hands too

Got a pack of wolves ready to damage a full moon

The only b***h actually rapping that look like me now

Or meow kitty just reimagined a freestyle

DM flooded n***as still waitin' for me to reach out

We shadow boxing government hopin' they put the leash down

I sell pain for profit not propaganda

I know cancers origins link to Santa

I know Santa's origins link to money

Mass production of cattle a slaughtering for the yummy

These n***as is clever the prison no better

The ghost of the living

We ain't talkin' about Reggie on Christmas

We almost forget him

What's a casket to a holding

Cell if a n***a ain't in it

Only reason why I'm steady

Faded and still independent

Truth be told I wear my heart on my sleeve

Watch you sit it on the shelf

Now my body got cold

I swear we'll never leave

Had to do it for myself to find my praise

Go get your a*s back inside