Soliala - F4 producer

I know there's nothing you could have done I'm sorry, but this is the way it has to be My hands are tied You need to stop, but I'm afraid this is ceaseless Could you at least Pick up the pieces Don't super glue the rush shut But make sure the shaft comes out flush Use duct tape to take the sharp shapes and make them smooth enough for strong puffs I know there's nothing you could do Nothing to pull your smoke into To blow it in my face And fake some worth in you I broke the bong popping off like Hasselhoff And I think I should go bruhah, and save I need to smoke some shit before I fucking lose it The price is right to buy a new strong bong Long live my fucking bong Long live my new bong Ah I seriously don't have shit now what the fuck It's over and over again It's over, it's over again How could I ever forgive this It's over, it's over again How could I ever forgive this This is over and over again How can I forget this It's over and over again How can I forget this This is over and over again How can I forget this This is over and over again It certainly is What's done has done Now I'll make my own mistake And have fun while I kill someone For the death of an old bowl's sake For the death of an old friend's sake

And they all lived happily ever after And they all lived happily And they all lived And they all grew up You can find me in the darkness Layin' tracks just like a railroad Oswald, Versace, Vivianne, you get the message I designed them beats like Alexander threads them dresses (Ah-mmm) I be workin' on the Sunday Mama told me that's a God day I'm just tryna eat, yeah, I'm just tryna get a ticket God bless the sin, and no rest for the wicked (Ah-mmm) Man, they can't tell me nothing (Ayy-ayy) Fuck yeah, I been on my grind, yeah One, two (Yeah-yeah) Kanye West, they can't tell me nothing (No, no) Paid my dues and I did my time Yes, I did (Oh) Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Now I Sold myself so my mama don't have to cry (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Wonderin' when is Father gonna take me right back up to the sky? 'Cause it's been too long Paintin' this picture Watchin' paint dry I'm the producer Watchin' these Spielbergs fly (Ah-mmm) All these Goslings (All these Goslings) With Hollywood smiles (Hollywood smiles) And I'm just the producer (The producer) Tryna make a headline (Ah-mmm) I be livin' with the phantom He be holdin' me for ransom Tryna climb the ladder, I'm just hopin' and a-wishin' Money and the power, they don't come without ambition (Ah-mmm) Mother hung them baby pictures up (Ah-mmm) I was destined for some shit But now I'm lookin' at the cuckoo clock I'm countin' all them digits Made some plans for life but now he's actin' like a bitch Well I sold myself so my mama don't have to cry (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Wonderin' when the Father up in Heaven gon' give me my piece of the pie 'Cause it's been too long