it takes a lot of time

I don't fuck with twelve
But I'm in that nine eleven
The way she top me off
Yeah I think that I'm in heaven
Mike are you drunk?
Yeah I think prolly seven
Mike are you high?
Why you asking all these questions
I'm so gone
Dropped the cup like the Avalanche
Horses in my car
Yeah I think that I just bought a ranch
Came in with the rockets
But I might give out an olive branch
Louis belt, Louis scarf
Yeah I got it out in France
Cut a bitch off
Cause I deserve better
I just went ghost
She won't even get a letter
She was deadweight
Yeah I wish I never met her
Trip for some time
But you know I'll forget her
Tuning out the critics
All this talk from behind
The demons die too
Even Angels pack a nine
I don't mean to brag
I get paid for my rhymes
Self-love is key
But it takes a lot of time
I don't mean to brag
I get paid for my rhymes
Self-love is key
But it takes a lot of time
But it takes a lot of time
But it takes a lot of time
Self-love is key
But it takes a lot of time
Yeah it takes a lot of time