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High Emotion Lyrics by Alex Simmons

W.O.K.E.

2018

[Verse 1]
First thing’s first, shout out my mama for conquering Florida drama
She sort of restored the normal, the torture’s been put behind us
The poor me put up a wall, now we borderline tore it down
I’m immortal, more of the world will support me sporting the crown
But hold it, suppose I told you I’m ferocious and whether you know it
I only chose to give ya’ll a dose of my emotion
To show ya’ll how close I am to exploding for the exposure
And mostly I sold my soul to a holy man who’s unknown
I’m playing, I’m playing, I’m really playing, don’t make me go super saiyan
Take notes, I’m just leaving the booth in flames
My lyrics are too insane, I do my thang, I’m shooting names
I’m moving ranks, flying high like I’m superman
I’m tryna figure out whether I’m gonna lose or gain
Niggas mad they can’t keep up, but don’t know who to blame
I’ve never been one to go along with the loser games
Don’t got time to go back and forth like I’m a boomerang
But back to business, it’s sad I’m a tad bit vicious
I’m glad that I have the sense to retract when the savage in me
Gets mad and wants to attack in sporadic fashion but listen
I’ve had it with saddened bitches who mad they lack the attention
Wait, forgot to mention they know me by Alex Simmons
Go follow on Instagram, I post pictures for all the women
But also I’m never stingy, I post up with all my niggas
No hindrances can limit me, tell it to my precision, STOP
[Chrous]
We gon pause that shit
We gon pause that shit
High Emotion
We gon pause that shit
We gon pause that shit nigga
High Emotion
We getting dogged by the rich
I’m getting dogged by the rich nigga
High Emotion
Bout to go off on a bitch
Bout to go off, yeah
[Verse 2]
Look, public perception is a son of a bitch
I’ll keep running with the disinformation, deception is driving me sick
And to myself it’s kind of hard to commit
Not tryna play tricks on myself man, but I swear that I’m just tryna convince
My that deceit is keeping me heated, I swear I’m bleeding
And I’m in need of help and I’ll die before I be defeated
That’s like a contradiction and I swear what’s fiction is
My egotistic all together image that’s now been invented
Who said a nigga gotta pretend he don’t gotta feel
I’m a prince, don’t gotta dress, considered fresher than Cousin Will
Don’t gotta be what ya’ll niggas want me to be
And please believe I don’t gotta sell out for me to succeed, agreed
So please, no need to feed my pride, it’s make believe
Don’t tell my daddy I cried, nigga might up and leave
Whoops, too late for that, take ya unavailing ass
Away with your trailer trash, too prideful to say my bad
Selfish desires don turned you into a liar
I hope that you and your girl both burn in a fucking fire
I’m tired, don’t you hate me, what you been up to lately
To stay and raise up your babies
Nah, nigga just ran for safety
I’m patiently waiting for the day that I can say that he saved me
An explanation he gave me, turns out the nigga just played me
Nah, he played himself, cause I’m on my way to wealth
Cry out to the preacher, that nigga say he too saved to help
Shit left me puzzled, as for the pain, it was subtle
You can’t rebuttal, you saved but yet you here for the hustle
Now listen, church folk can huddle while niggas be crying puddles
Cause they can’t feel no love, Modele sorry, but you fit my description
The system’s twisted, even cops, they steady killing innocent niggas
Not dealing, for what my nigga, I must’ve missed it
Carry conceals, the deal is they make us the villain
Ain’t that a bitch, I’m feeling tired of this shit, now on to politicians
Why we got niggas starving, I’m talking to all the balling harder niggas
That ain’t good for shit like deadbeat father figures
We need to conduct a call to mission for all the listeners
Who got it harder than all the bitches buying cars for Christmas
I gotta be honest with you, Obama I truly miss you
And Trump, I wanna diss you but that ain’t gon fix the issue
Somebody get me a tissue, Alessia let me kiss you
I’m getting off cause my morals are going out the window
[Chrous]
We gon pause that shit
We gon pause that shit
High Emotion
We gon pause that shit
We gon pause that shit nigga
High Emotion
We getting dogged by the rich
I’m getting dogged by the rich nigga
High Emotion
Bout to go off on a bitch
Bout to go off, fuck it

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