Exaggerated [or, No Prospects]

[Intro]
Ddert-bag
Pitfall?
You dont exaggerate or anything
Like
T-t-t

[Verse 1]
Tell me what you want, I'm not tryna be a nice guy
Dirty cup with drugs and you know I paid a high price
I think I'm connected, it's the WiFi
I'm starin' at the sun its such a bright light
He wanna gamble with his life, he might die its not my fault
I'm Prada steppin' on this ice it might crack
I know you don't have my back

[Bridge]
You know I need one more chance
Making your diamonds all dance
Magic, one wave of my hands
Bad debt was paid in advance
Was paid in advance
My diamonds dance
You couldn't like it
I know, you'll never mind it

[Verse 2]
Drugs in my email
No, we couldn't talk thousand meters away
I could never live with your face in my head
I think I'm off better off dead
You got cigarette breath
And it looks like your friends hate me
Tried to play the game the right way
Now you treat me like a baby
Foam is flowing from my mouth
This Uber thinkin' that I'm crazy
Made a plea for peace and comfort
Now my demons actin' shady
Never asked for much from no one
I think I'm chosen
To the lay the roses out on anybody who bespoken

[Outro: Ephraim Winslow, The Lighthouse]
And Ephraim Winslow, well, now he got a spiffy clean slate
And Thomas Howard, he don’t
No prospects