DEAR-GOD

Lovin' It


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Everybody went to school
But I said fuck that
Got a world I wanna rule
I ain't got no time for class
I was looking like a fool
Now i'm looking for the cash
(Cash smack it on her ass!)
Now I ain't never looking back
I was sweeping floors
Working 7 days a week
Woke up sleeping on the floor
I was flying in my sleep 
I was looking like a fiend fighting for my pipe dreams
Now I'm popping on the scene
Everybody missin' me
 
Uh
Im lovin' it
 
Fuck a box
Fuck a job
Fuckin' making speakers knock
 
You can call me what you want 
But thats okay
I'll take and turn it into something that I flaunt
Screaming I'm a grime boy kinda ugly but im jiggy
And now i dont need a pillow cause i got my bitches titties
Gotta brag,  I aint sorry I'm that motherfucking kid
Making hits for my peoples I aint take no fucking piss
Got that Flaming hot cheeto dust coming when I spit
So much bliss  
 I look down and give my rosary a kiss, like


Writer/s: Robert Ortiz