I remember when I used to be innocent, ain't shit changed I'm a young black belligerent Child of an immigrant, lifestyle frivolous 'Round here we keep bad company 'cause them people pay dividends What's the point of bein' rich when your family ain't? It's like flyin' first class on a crashin' plane Dinners with the same niggas, just higher bills And all the models Himalayan, they got higher heels
You know we're all alone in this together, right? (Quiet on set, places everybody) You know the seats in the Aston red leather, like (And action) Yeah
I had dreams of doin' architecture Or sittin' through a Harvard lecture How the fuck I end up bein' Harvey Specter? Young black art collector, I could take the pressure Had the scales, now suits that come made to measure I drew the thin line between love and hate Double date, what you drinkin'? Let me cut the games Backstab a man, I'd rather that you cut my face If I ain't charmin' the women, it's all the fuckin' snakes You idolize the girl, there's no way I'd wife her She only fucks with rich niggas, that's the way I like it I can't fabricate the truth, it's just the way I write it You got points on your creative license Ask Rapz, that's a criminal graduatin' in civil law Nothin' ain't civil 'bout this Civil War Grip a four, Gryffindor, this'll have you lyin' on your chest I've got ninety-nine marks and wasn't trying on my test I'm blessed (why?) Because the pasta is gamberoni, the watch is a classic Rollie The pussy is sacred, it's holy like matrimony I'm payin' her alimony to numb all the acrimony The flight is to Santorini, the car is a Lamborghini The cheese, the cheddar, the mozzarella, the fettuccini The only aim, look at my ego in the day in a life And see what happens when you got the fuckin' game in a vice We're all alone
I got a message from a kid on Sunday mornin' Said he don't know what to do and that he's thinkin' of killin' himself Me and him got more in common than he thinks But I tell him to see a shrink so I can go on and live with myself I knew that my life was a film From when I had to share a bed with my mum and I was pissin' myself I just want my flowers while I'm here So I can put them at the front of the grave that I've been diggin' myself I grew up in a two-bed flat with seven people livin' with me You don't know what I did for myself My mum's the one that gave me opportunities And put me in positions that I couldn't have pictured myself We're from Nigeria, Benin City, Sin City Don't know what it's like? Take a trip for yourself Poverty's killin' us, the government's killin' us If they ain't killin' us, then we're killin' ourselves I would die for the niggas I love My life's full of plotholes, and I'm fillin' 'em up I told mummy, "I ain't nothin' like my father" I'ma show her there's a different definition to love I tell my fans we're all alone in this together You can trust me, all the shit that you been feelin' You're feelin' with me We all took the wrong turns in different streets We all cry the same tears on different cheeks I got a message from a kid on Monday mornin' Said he's grateful I responded and he's feelin' at peace with himself Me and him got more in common than he thinks But I tell him it's nothin' big so I can go on and live with myself I knew that God had cast me as the leader Somethin' special when he messaged me and told me that I saved his life In twenty-three years, I done so much wrong But in that moment, I just felt like I had made it right
"Hey Dave, it's Mollie Cowen Um, we sent to you a, um, movie An NDA to sign, um, in an e-mail and also by DocuSign For, um, a movie called-, um, which- is directing with- And Nina Gold is casting Um, there's very little info that we have But, um, I think we definitely want to put our hat in the ring for and go for If there is a way in which you could do a take out there Please have a look and get back right away, thanks, bye"
Writer/s: Asei Kobayashi, David Orobosa Omoregie
Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Katy Perry's "Dark Horse" was co-written by Sarah Hudson, who is a singer-songwriter and a member of the Pop group Ultraviolet Sound. Though Sarah isn't related to Katy (whose real name is Katy Hudson), she is the first cousin of another famous person with the same name, the actress Kate Hudson.