Chris Yonge - Eject lyrics

*Women Speaking* Your music s**s... It's terrible... It pains me to even think about it I can't bare listening to it, how the f** do you expect anyone else to want to buy it huh? When you first told me about it, I thought it was a hobby But it is not excuse to sit around, get high and collect dust Rolling, Rolling, Rolling, Rolling Rolling with it I'm not mad Rolling with it It's all cool Rolling with it I know you don't f** with this sh** I do, but I still love you Rolling with it, I still love you Rolling with it Rolling, Rolling, Rolling, Rolling Rolling, Rolling, Rolling, Rolling Rolling with it I'm not mad Rolling with it It's all cool Rolling with it I know you don't f** with this sh** I do, but I still love you Rolling with it, Rolling with it, I still love you Rolling with it Rolling, Rolling, Rolling, Rolling I'm not in the mood To fight over things that I got to improve You think my homies been dabbling? Not working weekends? Trust me a lot of em do I gotta say that I'm proud of em too Most of these people spend hours in school End up with nothing but a sour view Couple of papers that they power through Oh, I'm I'm rolling with it Yea, yea, please do not step in my way This is my time, my voice is power, yes I'll put my weapon to play I just need to get my footing correct I just need to get my head in the game I just need to let em know if they f** with the kid I'll probably paint em red in the aim I'm not mad It's all cool I know you don't f** with this sh** I do, but I still love you But I still love you Rolling, Rolling, Rolling, Rolling, Rolling with it Rolling, Rolling, Rolling, Rolling Rolling with it I'm not mad Rolling with it It's all cool Rolling with it I know you don't f** with this sh** I do, but I still love you Rolling with it, Rolling with it, I still love you Rolling with it Rolling, Rolling, Rolling, Rolling They think they know what I'm worth It's such a shame They think they could put a price on my name I guess I'll tell em, tell em again I am the chosen one All I got in this life I live is one shot like the golden gun Won't stop til I'm holding one, Yea I put the blood in the sweat I put the cut in the cheque Don't come and tell me I owe you a dollar when I'm the only one that's coming correct f** being friends with the cousin of d**h I'm the executive running this set I'll take you out on the strip with my double O Seven whip then hit the bu*ton eject *Ambience of man being ejected from car, car skids off* Tell em all this is me doing my thing I'll never let anyone ruin my thing I'm struggling with people coming inside of my studio Who knows who they might bring Too many snakes in the gra** Too many phonies and fakes in the past I did the favour of cutting em out of the picture and I can only pray it lasts