Maurice Moore - band-aid.

I'm losing track of time
My friends are getting wives
And I'm still chasing fantasies like it's getting me anywhere
Far away from here
My past is calling me I let her know
That's the same approach as trying to call a ghost
I see dolla dolla bills in my outcome
When I got it like that will I play dumb?
Or will I flex on niggas and kill the ambience

If I die too young
Did I at least have my fun?

Some had everything and then lost it
I'm still wondering how they got it
Trying to get this rent paid
Can't afford another sick day
Shorty like the look of the lumps in my pocket
Woke up on the floor remembered that's not real
Guess it's just a bad day
I'll go get another band-aid

The stress can drive you mental
The need to be so influential
Always more to get to
But there never is enough time
It just keeps passing by

I had to relocate
Took my talents down to California, USA
When did life just become a fucking race to the money
Could be grateful but I just want a bank full of hunnids so if I die too young

If I die too young
Did I at least have my fun?

Some had everything and then lost it
I'm still wondering how they got it
Trying to get this rent paid
Can't afford another sick day
Shorty like the look of the lumps in my pocket
Woke up on the floor remembered that's not real
Guess it's just a bad day
I'll go get another band-aid

Band-aid
I'll go get another band-aid
Band-aid solutions to real life problems

Written by:
Julien Maurice Moore

Publisher:
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