@justinbieber
Are you looking for a songwriter? Cause I'm on fire. I can put my pencil to work till the next morning, that's an all nighter. Like my weed, these joints are guaranteed to be on fire, on the radio. No I don't wanna give you hope for nothing, not much is guaranteed, but I don't wanna be no liar, but Tryna turn my words into gold piles, like go gold & go diamond.
Jokes, I just really hope to get some credit, no ghost writing.
Maybe yes if the cash would fill my bank & I could sit on a plane
instead of laying in this bed, with thoughts racing through my head. I wanna be facing, then embracing checks. But no, just like many pencils, they got blank. & I don't even have a bank, here on my ass, I want these lyrics to free my fam & me from feeling damned, here with no cash & all these bills that amassed, it's a mess. But we got gifts & we're blessed. I'm the shit, shit can't crash, but this shit will get me the cash.
I really hope to hear back, if not, I'll make sure you will hear from my ass & you will, for my whole life, receive thanks for inspirig me here & in my past. People like you leaded my path.
I can be nice, or I can be an ass. For me to turn ice, the seasons don't need to pass. If i'm being bad, I'm being direct. Or in feelings, in dreams, in my head, or not here, but in my past. (...)
I really hope to get a job or hear back, or an apprenticeship to catch foot in the music business. Thanks for reading.
@chrisbrown
Helloo!
I was wondering if you were looking for a songwriter? Cause I'm on fire. I can put my pencil to work till the next morning, that's an all nighter. Like my weed, these joints are guaranteed to be on fire, on the radio. No I don't wanna give you hope for nothing, not much is guaranteed, but I don't wanna be no liar, but Tryna turn my words into gold piles, like go gold & go diamond.
Jokes, I just really hope to get some credit, no ghost writing.
Maybe yes if the cash would fill my bank & I could sit on a plane
instead of laying in this bed, with thoughts racing through my head. I wanna be facing, then embracing checks. But no, just like many pencils, they got blank. & I don't even have a bank, here on my ass, I want these lyrics to free my fam & me from feeling damned, here with no cash & all these bills that amassed, it's a mess. But we got gifts & we're blessed. I'm the shit, shit can't crash, but this shit will get me the cash.
I really hope to hear back, if not, I'll make sure you will hear from my ass & you will, for my whole life, receive thanks for inspirig me here & in my past. People like you leaded my path.
I can be nice, or I can be an ass. For me to turn ice, the seasons don't need to pass. If i'm being bad, I'm being direct. Or in feelings, in dreams, in my head, or not here, but in my past. (...)
I really hope to get a job or hear back, or an apprenticeship to catch foot in the music business. Thanks for reading.
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I was wondering if you were looking for a songwriter? Cause I'm on fire. I can put my pencil to work till the next morning, that's an all nighter. Like my weed, these joints are guaranteed to be on fire, on the radio. No I don't wanna give you hope for nothing, not much is guaranteed, but I don't wanna be no liar, but Tryna turn my words into gold piles, like go gold & go diamond.
Jokes, I just really hope to get some credit, no ghost writing.
Maybe yes if the cash would fill my bank & I could sit on a plane
instead of laying in this bed, with thoughts racing through my head. I wanna be facing, then embracing checks. But no, just like many pencils, they got blank. & I don't even have a bank, here on my ass, I want these lyrics to free my fam & me from feeling damned, here with no cash & all these bills that amassed, it's a mess. But we got gifts & we're blessed. I'm the shit, shit can't crash, but this shit will get me the cash.
I really hope to hear back, if not, I'll make sure you will hear from my ass & you will, for my whole life, receive thanks for inspirig me here & in my past. People like you leaded my path.
I can be nice, or I can be an ass. For me to turn ice, the seasons don't need to pass. If i'm being bad, I'm being direct. Or in feelings, in dreams, in my head, or not here, but in my past. (...)
I really hope to get a job or hear back, or an apprenticeship to catch foot in the music business. Thanks for reading.
@50cent @timbaland @nas @mslaurynhill @missyelliott @chrisbrown @tiara_thomas @milaj @jhenaiko @nicolescherzy@ciara @tinashe @beyonce @hopsin @dizzywright @teyanataylor @tyga @jcolenc@rihanna @drake @dejloaf @augustalsina @nickiminaj @dmx @mosdefofficial @eminem @drdre @snoopdogg @joeybadass @justinbieber @rubyrose @caradelevigne @kendricklamr @abdashsoul @topdawgent @dmx @iamseangarrett @nate57offiziell @tellytellzrl @rotimi @iamwill @neyocompound @katoproducer @iamjamiefoxx @lupefiasco @thatgirl_v @littlsimz @mynamis_sir @immortaltech @therealeve @djmustard @funkvolume @mombreezy @treysongz @nnekaworld
I was wondering if you were looking for a songwriter? Cause I'm on fire. I can put my pencil to work till the next morning, that's an all nighter. Like my weed, these joints are guaranteed to be on fire, on the radio. No I don't wanna give you hope for nothing, not much is guaranteed, but I don't wanna be no liar, but Tryna turn my words into gold piles, like go gold & go diamond.
Jokes, I just really hope to get some credit, no ghost writing.
Maybe yes if the cash would fill my bank & I could sit on a plane
instead of laying in this bed, with thoughts racing through my head. I wanna be facing, then embracing checks. But no, just like many pencils, they got blank. & I don't even have a bank, here on my ass, I want these lyrics to free my fam & me from feeling damned, here with no cash & all these bills that amassed, it's a mess. But we got gifts & we're blessed. I'm the shit, shit can't crash, but this shit will get me the cash.
I really hope to hear back, if not, I'll make sure you will hear from my ass & you will, for my whole life, receive thanks for inspirig me here & in my past. People like you leaded my path.
I can be nice, or I can be an ass. For me to turn ice, the seasons don't need to pass. If i'm being bad, I'm being direct. Or in feelings, in dreams, in my head, or not here, but in my past. (...)
I really hope to get a job or hear back, or an apprenticeship to catch foot in the music business. Thanks for reading.
@topdawgent
I was wondering if you were looking for a songwriter? Cause I'm on fire. I can put my pencil to work till the next morning, that's an all nighter. Like my weed, these joints are guaranteed to be on fire, on the radio. No I don't wanna give you hope for nothing, not much is guaranteed, but I don't wanna be no liar, but Tryna turn my words into gold piles, like go gold & go diamond.
Jokes, I just really hope to get some credit, no ghost writing.
Maybe yes if the cash would fill my bank & I could sit on a plane
instead of laying in this bed, with thoughts racing through my head. I wanna be facing, then embracing checks. But no, just like many pencils, they got blank. & I don't even have a bank, here on my ass, I want these lyrics to free my fam & me from feeling damned, here with no cash & all these bills that amassed, it's a mess. But we got gifts & we're blessed. I'm the shit, shit can't crash, but this shit will gt m the cash.
I really hope to hear back, if not, I'll make sure you will hear from my ass & you will, for my whole life, receive thanks for inspirig me here & in my past. People like you leaded my path.
I can be nice, or I can be an ass. For me to turn ice, the seasons don't need to pass. If i'm being bad, I'm being direct. Or in feelings, in dreams, in my head, or not here, but in my past. (...)
I really hope to get a job or hear back, or an apprenticeship to catch foot in the music business. Thanks for reading.
@ciara @MissyElliott
Hey! ^^
I was wondering if you were looking for a songwriter? Cause I'm on fire. I can put my pencil to work till the next morning, that's an all nighter. Like my weed, these joints are guaranteed to be on fire, on the radio. No I don't wanna give you hope for nothing, not much is guaranteed, but I don't wanna be no liar, but Tryna turn my words into gold piles, like go gold & go diamond.
Jokes, I just really hope to get some credit, no ghost writing.
Maybe yes if the cash would fill my bank & I could sit on a plane
instead of laying in this bed, with thoughts racing through my head. I wanna be facing, then embracing checks. But no, just like many pencils, they got blank. & I don't even have a bank, here on my ass, I want these lyrics to free my fam & me from feeling damned, here with no cash & all these bills that amassed, it's a mess. But we got gifts & we're blessed. I'm the shit, shit can't crash, but this shit will gt m the cash.
I really hope to hear back, if not, I'll make sure you will hear from my ass & you will, for my whole life, receive thanks for inspirig me here & in my past. People like you leaded my path.
I can be nice, or I can be an ass. For me to turn ice, the seasons don't need to pass. If i'm being bad, I'm being direct. Or in feelings, in dreams, in my head, or not here, but in my past. (...)
I really hope to get a job or hear back, or an apprenticeship to catch foot in the music business. Thanks for reading.