Peter CottonTale

"Neighbors"

[Intro]
I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope
Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope
Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope


[Verse 1]
Yeah, I don't want no picture with the president
I just wanna talk to the man
Speak for the boys in the bando
And my n***a never walkin' again
'pologize if I'm harpin' again
I know these things happen often
But I'm back on the scene

I was lost in a dream
As I write this, the team down in Austin

I been buildin' me a house
Back home in the South, ma
Won't believe what it's costin'
And it's fit for a king, right?
Or a n***a that could sing
And explain all the pain that it cost him

My sixteen should've came with a coffin
f**k the fame and the fortune
Well, maybe not the fortune
But one thing is for sure though
The fame is exhaustin'

That's why I moved away, I needed privacy
Surrounded by the trees and Ivy League
Students that's recruited highly
Thinkin' "You do you and I do me"

Crib has got a big 'ol back 'ol yard
My n***as stand outside and pass cigars
Filled with marijuana, laughin' hard
Thankful that they friend's a platinum star

In the driveway there's no rapper cars
Just some sh*t to get from back and forth
Just some sh*t to get from back and forth

Welcome to the Sheltuh, this is pure
We'll help you if you've felt too insecure
To be the star you always knew you were

Wait, I think police is at the door
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