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A period piece of pinpointed detail, John Wells, once again, goes off on a tangent about the life he sees through the lens of his gold framed glasses on Play Pussy. With a mellow beat to contrast the rather serious lyrics, John Wells nonchalantly details a general idea of life experience in a trying environment.
lyrics
(Verse - John Wells)
Rubber bands around my wrist 'cause I'm getting money and power
And I'm breaking down the gas at a hundred miles an hour
My car's going like 50, I'm tryna get rich as 50
But I won't die, Lor Luck Live Forever, time'll tell ya
I tried to get ya, you speak what we couldn't find
Appealing, respectable, so it's best if you stay behind
Take a step in my state of mind, you might come out scared
Can't process what I've survived, cause shit is crazy out here
But I be chillin' forreal, careless as children forreal
Cause I'm respected and protected, but shit is real in the field
You'd catch a real interference while they tryna make plays
I mind my business, I can't end up on the Murder Ink Page
As I scroll through my instagram, all I'm seeing is people posing
With captions like "Man, what happened man, please pick up your phone" and
The problem is shit is normal man, we must be numb
My IQ like 147, my mans call me dumb
See where I'm from you gotta move smart, and hope for the best
And if you don't you'll probably end up with a hole in your chest
Or your back, or your hand, or arm, so make sure you're remaining calm
Take more today to your mother, that's how you make her recover, like
