Waist Down

Token

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    Back in the day, all anyone did was overlook me
    Now, when they look down, they tryna pass the crown to where it should be
    Define a rookie
    Define it, I've been a boss since 13
    No wonder why no one understood me, all goodie
    All gravy
    Y'all say we've gone crazy, but we ain't gone anywhere
    Except the places that pay me
    Where everybody just praise me
    So if you ain't with A-team
    You can suck a dick, get rabies, and then die
    Yea, right there
    I got a new idea
    I got a brand-new idea for you my dear
    If you don't like being called stupid, stop being stupid
    'Cause I'ma' fucking call you stupid if you do that there
    Yea, I got some rappers confidence
    For every fake fan with a backwards compliment
    Master actors who matter not a bit
    Bomb has been set, detonation approximately now

    And I've been plotting on the low
    But I don't really want to keep it on the low no more
    So I'ma' need all of your hands in the air the goddamn second that I decide
    I want to go on tour
    Saying I don't give a fuck
    I don't give a fuck like I'm paralyzed from the waist down
    Waist down, waist down, waist down
    Saying I don't give a fuck
    I don't give a fuck like I'm paralyzed from the waist down
    Waist down, waist down, waist down

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    Way down to rock-bottom I send y'all Token is a genius
    I don't give a fuck, I'm on some paraplegic shit
    You feel me? I ain't feeling y'all
    I got no feeling in my legs, wheelchairs I pop a wheelie on
    I am really on
    17 and I got funders with their hands out talking 'bout a million
    But I don't take no handouts off-air
    You don't need to scratch my back, I got me a massage chair
    That's right Everybody act like they're living the exact life
    Everybody tryna' be like everybody, no one tryna' be an individual and that's like
    Getting a flashlight to mask light
    A black eye to have sight
    A bad guy to act nice
    A traffic light to crash bikes
    An appetite to snack light
    An afterlife to flat line
    A rabbi to baptize
    And bragging on the Internet just means you got a fake ego
    Filled with insecurities killing you and that's why

    And I've been plotting on the low
    But I don't really want to keep it on the low no more
    So I'ma' need all of your hands in the air the goddamn second that I decide
    I want to go on tour
    Saying I don't give a fuck
    I don't give a fuck like I'm paralyzed from the waist down
    Waist down, waist down, waist down
    Saying I don't give a fuck
    I don't give a fuck like I'm paralyzed from the waist down
    Waist down, waist down, waist down

    Oh, is that so?
    The second I start having fun, Token's an asshole
    They said I be doing the same shit
    Everybody wants something that's new now
    Well, right when I change it up, I'm whack though
    Oh, that makes sense, I got it
    Everybody have some fun, except the artist
    Everybody loved me when I recorded out of the closet
    Then a blog picked it up, yep, that's garbage
    Oh, I got some rappers confidence to every fake fan with a backwards compliment
    You think I slid that line in there with no consciousness?
    I see the fake fans, I'm who they want a problem with
    Like I ain't giving my all to this
    When I am trying to alter this
    Questioning all of my motives when I'm just trying to make momma rich
    And I just want to see daddy happy, they just want to see bars and shit
    Consequence calling this confidence cockiness, God forbid
    God forbid I'm comfortable enough to switch the scene
    Sometimes I don't want to walk down a little street
    With metaphor metamorphosis and similar similes
    Sometimes I want to fuck around dawg, I'm seventeen
    Sometimes I don't want to be serious
    Sometimes I don't want to be Mr Lyricist
    Sometimes I wonder why they judge me
    Sometimes I want to put a jet engine on a wheelchair, 'cause I think it's fucking funny
    And now they're wondering if I'm still really that hungry
    They're wondering if I'm getting comfortable
    I feel uncomfortable cause a second ago you motherfuckers loved me
    And I've been working harder than ever to get to the next level of flights
    You're either afraid to let me go or you're afraid of heights
    Waist down, waist down
    Let me spit a simple hook for everyone who ain't staying around
    They want me to pigeonhole myself and fall
    Show me where happiness is cause, it ain't with y'all

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