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it just makes sense - lobe lyrics

ladies and gentlemen, sh*t is crazy
don’t ask me why, because it just makes sense

[verse 1]
i’m coming to take what’s mine this year, i do not care who i make upset
all of my fans keep messaging asking: how the f*ck haven’t you made it yet?
the world on the road is i’m next up, now all of the mandem placing bets
labels starting to take interest, if it ain’t six figures, i ain’t impressed
in fact, f*ck that, let me make that seven
they tried offering me 50 racks, i was sat there trying to maintain discretion
like, that’s what you think i’m worth?
you must not know that i’m made of skirt, i love when the tables turn
now they know my face in belgium, new zealand, they know that i love it in perth

[chorus]
i’m trying to make it out of the hood, i do not care if i do not make friends
i keep telling these hoes i’m good, i run to the bag, i do not chase them
these men wanna be just like me, i thank god that i just ain’t them
i’ve lost so much, i gotta win, it just makes sense
i’m trying to make it out of the hood, i do not care if i do not make friends
i keep telling these hoes i’m good, i run to the bag, i do not chase them
these men wanna be just like me, i thank god that i just ain’t them
i’ve lost so much, i gotta win, it just makes sense

[verse 2]
so many years spent blocking blessings, ask god can i get them back dated?
i’m careful with all the words i speak, once it’s said, i cannot backsp*ce it
i’m self*employed, the keys are residual, i do not know what the rap race is
but still reminisce back to the days when i was dodging the landlords and bailiffs
they want me to rap about pain, tell me what do you think pain is?
i used to **** myself with ****, that’s blood on my notepad pages
these cuts were bleeding through the t*shirt when i would perform on stages
like what do you do when everyone loves you because of your self*hatred?

i’m trying to make it out of the hood, i do not care if i do not make friends
i keep telling these hoes i’m good, i run to the bag, i do not chase them
these men wanna be just like me, i thank god that i just ain’t them
i’ve lost so much, i gotta win, it just makes sense

- lobe lyrics

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