hold on, we’re almost there. lyrics

[Part I: polished]

[Verse]
I ain't gotta do sh*t for nobody, b*tch (Nobody)
You already know my body, b*tch (My body)
I found my phone when I polished it
Too real, can't f*ck with the counterfeit
I ain't gotta do sh*t for nobody, bi-i-i—
You already know my bo-bo-bo—
I found my phone when I pol-pol— it
Too real, can't f*ck with the counterfeit

[Part II: dilemma]

[Verse]
You think that you got me wrapped around your finger (Got me)
Do it for the love of the game, I don't care if I get any bigger (Get any bigger)
I'd rather put one in my head, I don't care about being a singer (Get it for the bag)
I'd rather lose all that I got, I don't care about being a winner

[Part III: journal]

[Verse]
I wish I could be dramatic (Be dramatic)
Maybe then I won't waste my time
Trying to predict you're next to them (Or you're next to me)
Maybe then I will be alright
[Part IV: chrome]

[Verse]
I'on wan' talk to the goddamn ho (This Ch—)
I don't even care, I don't pick up the phone (This Ch—)
I'd rather spend my bag on chrome (This Ch—)
Big ass cross to the goddamn dome, yeah (This Chicago, n*gga)
I'on wan' talk to the goddamn ho
I don't even care, I don't pick up the phone
I'd rather spend my bag on chrome
Big ass cross to the goddamn dome

[Part V: trunk]

[Intro]
It's the vanishing act, who the f*ck are you?

[Verse]
I'm in Detroit now it's full of money (This Chicago, n*gga)
I used to pray for times like this
sh*t, I always knew it was coming
You almost had it, times like this
f*ck it, you chose to move like a dummy
I don't even know what the f*ck goin' on in your head
I can't believe you was above me, huh
[Part VI: euphoria]

[Intro]
Euphoria

[Verse]
I don't got a damn thing for ya (I don't got a damn thing for ya)
I got nothin' I would sing for ya (No)
Not a damn dime, not a damn second
Nothing that could bring you euphoria (That could bring you euphoria)
Lookin' for your next dollar, I don't got nothin' of use for ya (Woah-oh-oh)
Gotta do it for myse-elf, nothin' I could really do for ya (Yea-eah, yea-eah)
Maybe I'm a little selfish, maybe I can't help it (Help it)
I don't wanna pick you up when you feelin' down, I don't really deadlift (I don't really, woah)
That's a awful lot of baggage (Baggage)
Now they wonder where I've been (Yeah)
I been in my room, locked in
Every time I punch in, know I'm doing damage (Woah-oh-oh)
I don't got a damn thi-i-i-i—

[Part VII: probably a jo song]

[Verse]
'Cause this b*tch know I'm the man now (She know I'm the man now)
f*ck around and bring some cash out (Yeah, bring some cash now)
Yeah, your b*tch is really fanned out (Yeah, yeah)
I don't blame her 'cause I'm dead now (Yeah)
[Part VIII: parasite]

[Intro]
You're nothing but a worm
A worm of noise

[Verse]
I would like to realize
It's all in my mind
The parasite, in my mind
Parasite (Parasite)
Parasite, in my mind
Parasite (Parasite)