Woorden:
The Boy And His Machine The Plan

treading water. And keeping our heads above the waves. And we'll watch the sun till' it burns out. And this is the plan. We're not leaving anyone behind. And

Verse 3 - Big Sean] Shrimp, steak, liquor, and pasta Real shit boy, these niggas imposters They deserve a Oscar, Kevin Costner Oh my God sir, what? I got this and that and

me", Says the singer of the song Or the maker of the movie which he based his life on It's only entertainment and as anyone can see It's smoke machines and

Up in the club and here we go Marty sees a girl in a Simple Plan shirt With a Senses Fail boy and that'll never work He finds his label friends in the

streets hot It's just us and the cops And niggas die in shady spots over hustlin rock Guess money rule the world Materials and girls, fly Did ya never

turned them into granades And Just Blaze, 'cause the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And

Turn off the golden key, company machine Sell his identity, spin their golden dream Sell him out as the boy next door, take him under their wing Gilded

like they playing in my pants Yea ball game-I swear the hoes wasn't in my plans When a nigga took a chance and came to the big city My beat machine the

turned them into granades And Just Blaze, cuz the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And