NEXT.
G.R.4.Y
GENRE I've been thinking bout what's-
I've been thinking bout what's-
I've been think bout what's...
Next
I've been thinking bout what's next
I've been plotting out, and you kinda just ain't in my plans
Ay
Yeah, I've been feeling like the man
Opinions written in the sand
Tried to kick me when I was down
I've been thinking bout what's next
I've been plotting out, and you kinda just ain't in my plans
Ay
Yeah, I've been feeling like the man
Opinions written in the sand
Tried to kick me when I was---
Wretched out of sense of reason with tekkers, am the general. Grievous inject the venom, let it seep in
Next thing, he's in the flesh: a lethal weapon, beamin'
Schemin' with demons got them begging, pleading
Fiending for the medicine, when they thought they bested him
Ha!
Bet you think this shit ain't gonna last
Yeah, keep creepin' in the past
The kid was down, defeated, but here I am, I stand
(Nah, nah!
Ha, ha, ha, ha!)
And I ain't ever going back!
So, what's next?
What head's gonna peep up leechin' for the debts?
This just prep, I've been reaping, motherfucker; even fore' I left
So, I insist; come get up, get some, come and try your best
Come and fire your brigades
Hide behind the forces that saved you-
Last time, aint't gone be no next time;
I ain't settling down til' you're in the ground and am in the limelight
Like, Gray ain't fuckin' 'round, gone do some laps 'round town like Michael
Ball on 'em like Michael
Take the stage like Michael, uh
Do what I was sent here to do: reap some hell on these fools
Ain't no disciple, ain't no bright lights where you're goin';
Leave you at the bottom of the ocean hoping you're fuckin'---
And there's a long road ahead, used to look down the tunnel only dreading what came next
Now, am more ready than ever to get the chete' and sever the tendons, representing these cretins obsessed with preventing any sense of contentment
Been bettin' against the kid since 11
Attempting to accept him as an exception, well, I guess you never expected this
So, accept it: you're next, bitch
I've been thinking bout what's next
I've been plotting out, and you kinda just ain't in my plans
Ay
I've been feeling like---
I've been thinking bout what's next
I've been plotting out, and you kinda just ain't in my plans
Ay
Yeah, I've been feeling like the man
Your life's written in the sand
I won't let you drag me fuckin-
Down
Not again, fuck!
I've been thinking bout what's-
I've been think bout what's...
Next
I've been thinking bout what's next
I've been plotting out, and you kinda just ain't in my plans
Ay
Yeah, I've been feeling like the man
Opinions written in the sand
Tried to kick me when I was down
I've been thinking bout what's next
I've been plotting out, and you kinda just ain't in my plans
Ay
Yeah, I've been feeling like the man
Opinions written in the sand
Tried to kick me when I was---
Wretched out of sense of reason with tekkers, am the general. Grievous inject the venom, let it seep in
Next thing, he's in the flesh: a lethal weapon, beamin'
Schemin' with demons got them begging, pleading
Fiending for the medicine, when they thought they bested him
Ha!
Bet you think this shit ain't gonna last
Yeah, keep creepin' in the past
The kid was down, defeated, but here I am, I stand
(Nah, nah!
Ha, ha, ha, ha!)
And I ain't ever going back!
So, what's next?
What head's gonna peep up leechin' for the debts?
This just prep, I've been reaping, motherfucker; even fore' I left
So, I insist; come get up, get some, come and try your best
Come and fire your brigades
Hide behind the forces that saved you-
Last time, aint't gone be no next time;
I ain't settling down til' you're in the ground and am in the limelight
Like, Gray ain't fuckin' 'round, gone do some laps 'round town like Michael
Ball on 'em like Michael
Take the stage like Michael, uh
Do what I was sent here to do: reap some hell on these fools
Ain't no disciple, ain't no bright lights where you're goin';
Leave you at the bottom of the ocean hoping you're fuckin'---
And there's a long road ahead, used to look down the tunnel only dreading what came next
Now, am more ready than ever to get the chete' and sever the tendons, representing these cretins obsessed with preventing any sense of contentment
Been bettin' against the kid since 11
Attempting to accept him as an exception, well, I guess you never expected this
So, accept it: you're next, bitch
I've been thinking bout what's next
I've been plotting out, and you kinda just ain't in my plans
Ay
I've been feeling like---
I've been thinking bout what's next
I've been plotting out, and you kinda just ain't in my plans
Ay
Yeah, I've been feeling like the man
Your life's written in the sand
I won't let you drag me fuckin-
Down
Not again, fuck!
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