Piece of Cake - Harrison Sands, SHOTA, Abhi The Nomad

Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah

Aight

Look what we have here

Brownie done did it

Murdered the contest

Nobody listen

Still got no handouts

Don’t need no plan

Record that shit mix it

Then fillin' my bank out (bang)

That’s what I live for, I’ve been nice

I let them pass when they lane switch

Cuz' at around half past five

We gon' be stuck in the same shit

Everybody’s on me

We feel the same (same)

You don’t gotta be salty

When things start to shake, uh uh

Everybody’s hopeless

Well I feel the same (same)

You don’t gotta awful

It’s no piece of cake

I know, yeah

Na-Na-Na-Na-Na

Na-Na-Na-Na-Na

Na-Na-Na-Na-Na

Na-Na

Na-Na

Na-Na-Na-Na-Na

Na-Na-Na-Na-Na

Na-Na-Na-Na-Na

Na-Na

Na-Na

I’m exhausted by your light

All the lies 'bout the pain you feel

All you do’s complain

That no one’s payin'

For all the shit you sell

But you whole heart’s not in it

You expect people to just pay for tickets

To your show like a state fair, ain’t fair

For you to get by and live that penthouse life

My current state of affairs include:

Eatin' little, sleepin' less

And im wondering

I make these little itty bitty checks

How much is rent again?

(Oo)

While you were bitchin' 'bout breakfast

Your coffee got cold

I was up with the sun

Making music for my soul

Music for my soul (Oh)

My soul (Oh)

My soul (Oh)

But people do not understand

That this music feeds my soul

They ask me why

They ask me why (Tell me why)

All my friends at school

They ask me what I’ve been up to («The fuck you 'been up to»)

And I’m like (Yeah)

«Well, I' been sittin' on the couch

Learning how to bar chord

And wrap my fingers 'round till they bleed

But I need metal strings up in my DNA

Graduating school was never in my resume

Not today (No)

But I’ll write a couple songs before I see tomorrow

And most of you don’t know that

There’s a method to this madness

I’m just glad that this happened

And I get to spend my day just singing, rapping!»

Everybody’s on me

We feel the same (Yeah) (Everybody's on me, ee)

You don’t gotta be salty

When things start to shake, uh uh

Everybody’s hopeless

Well I feel the same (I feel the same)

You don’t gotta awful

It’s no piece of cake

I know, yeah

Na-Na-Na-Na-Na

Na-Na-Na-Na-Na (Hey)

Na-Na-Na-Na-Na

Na-Na

Na-Na

Na-Na-Na-Na-Na (It's no piece of cake, yeah)

Na-Na-Na-Na-Na (It's no piece of cake, yeah)

Na-Na-Na-Na-Na

Na-Na

Na-Na