Anna Kendrick
    (专辑: Good Luck With Your Life - 2017)
    
    Hello? We must not stop here  However sweet these laid up stores  However convenient this dwelling, we cannot remain here  However sheltered this port  However calm these waters, we must not anchor here  However welcome the 
hospitality that surrounds us  We are permitted to receive it, but [?]  So long   If I 
talk about having money it's cause I 
was broke  And I 
want you to know that there's hope  You see, if Spose did it you could do it  Froze, but maneuvered through the 
cold  Dude who grew up to the 
bro looking superhuman  Selling hoodies or tees, like David  Got me so good at math, you'd think I 
was Asian  Sustained from Maine, get paid for entertainment  Haters all jelly like the 
middle of a 
danish  I'm getting money out of Maine like Anna Kendrick  But I 
don't do this for the 
money, I 
do this for attention  Cause I'm still underrated, not debated, never mentioned  Even though I'm getting capital like starting of a 
sentence  Thirty-one year old white suburban rap dad  I 
was the 
nicest before ISIS had a 
black flag  I 
put four lines together before a 
hashtag  If you don't like me, you don't like you  You're lying, it's outright perjury  Maine celebrity and every housewifes heard of me  Short but don't doubt that I'm bout mine vertically  Blaow, walking out, pockets stout like Germany  I've never had the 
preferred physique to work the 
beats  With perfect teeth to blurt the 
speech  Here's a 
list of rappers I 
prefer to me   The 
amusement shall be greater  We will sail pathless in wild seas  We will go where winds blow, waves dash  And the 
Yankee clipper speeds by on a 
[?]   "What's the 
position you hold?"  "Can you really feed a 
family of six out in the 
sticks with only a 
single going gold?"  "If P. Dank should fold, and you're left out in the 
cold  Is it back to flipping burgers, waiting tables in the 
cove?"  Fuck no, I'm back to son you like your uncle's brother  Work under the 
moon until my tomb inside a 
pyramid  Someone asked me how it feels to be a 
one-hit-wonder  I 
said, "Good, but how does it feel to have zero hits?"  I 
never quit till I 
fit like a 
glass slipper  The 
world's crazy, every meal could be our last supper  Lines coming out my face with no cat whiskers  Taking risks could break my pockets like pass rushers  Spose, not the 
greatest ever? That's offensive  Looking at this goat, I 
see the 
resemblance  I'll smack Donald Trump back to the 
Apprentice  Before death grays my anatomy like Patrick Dempsey  Bro, these billionaries don't give a 
fuck about us  Would they show up at our funeral tomorrow? I 
doubt it  Even when the 
sky clouded I 
can still feel sun  Because my kids were born healthy, I 
got shelter plus lunch  I'm trying to eat, so I 
can feed a 
portion of folks  Who never had a 
silver spoon at the 
fork in the 
road  Take a 
look around, find something to like  Cause I 
can't save us all, so good luck with your life