[ad-libs: prime]
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[verse 1: prime]
I’m not a star, nah, seems i’m the opposite
I’m a star player in a league that’s anonymous
And all i need is a me that’s autonomous
And twitter shows that you don’t have to lead, tell our followers
So i don’t lead, i just be in my commoners
Blind to their struggle, i don’t see what the pro’lem is
When you arrive, you gotta be on the bottom
And that’s sweet, but i promise that i’m leavin’ on top of it
Leavin’ with confidence, leavin’ it quickly
Victory is so sweet that it’s sickly
And defeat is so prickly
Here’s everything, when i leave, it goes with me
I just add it to the clothes in my car
Put my foot upon that pedal, make it go very far
And don’t let it stop ‘til i’m all alone in some bar
In some place you never heard where no one knows who you are
Where i spend my days chillin’ out and smokin’ cigars
And consolin’ pretty girls if someone’s broken their heart
Livin’ like the real life [?]
Honest future in the word ‘cause no one knows of ‘is past
But i ain’t backin’ out a sentence
And openin’ a locked door and walking out the entrance
‘cause i planned it and thought about it endless
So there’s no amount of talkin’ that prevents it
And even though we both lived the same challenges
Am i the main character or author who invents it?
To find out, you gotta risk ya life
There’s only one outcome ‘cause it ain’t written twice
Might get this club stamp tattooed on my wrist tonight
So i can look down on it and reminisce on this for life
Superman with a girl to cure kryptonite
And even though it’s mid-mornin’, shit is over, kiss good night
[chorus: the weeknd (sampled)]
This is (yeah)
A happy house (a happy house)
We’re happy here (we’re happy here)
In a happy house
Oh, this is fun, fun, fun, fun
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Fun, fun, fun, fun, woah
[verse 2: prime]
They say you measured life on who’s got the better story
Well, does it mean more or less if someone tell it for me?
And does it mean more or less if they never saw me?
Does it mean anything at all if it don’t end in glory?
‘cause when i started thinkin’ everything was gettin’ boring
Bunch o’ new characters and challenges were set before me
Hard to read, page is bent and it’s torn
And after a few chapters, it didn’t makes sense anymore
I couldn’t bear to put it down, became addicted to playin’ the story out
Even though it caused my vision to fail
I learned to read what was written in braille
Even though i had a word that had to be a major twist in the tale
I mean it’s-i mean it’s everything i want it to be
Even though it was non-fiction, it was novel to me
I’d prob’ly agree if they reviewed it positively
It’s just that there were some chapters i never wanted to read
And you never got it from me and i never wanted to leave
Smokin’ on my only vice, chokin’ on my own advice
‘slike i never quit drugs or overdosed on life
And pray i don’t come down, obie trice
Cheers, i don’t like wine either
We on the field o’ play now, white line fever
I feel like i need it
So even though the party’s over, i don’t wanna leave it ‘cause
[chorus: the weeknd (sampled)]
This is
A happy house
We’re happy here
In a happy house
Oh, this is fun, (this is fun!) fun, fun, fun
Fun, (this is fun to me!) fun, fun, fun
Fun, fun, fun, fun, woah
(woah)