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Ms. Fortune

from The Daley Grind EP by I AM D

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lyrics

(Biggie)
Even when I was wrong I got my point across
Plus I’m fuckin’ bitches ain’t my homegirls now

(Verse 1)
Uh, feel like I’m being, bottle fed from Aristotle
I hit 21 and it all went full throttle
Looking for something greater, saying it’s not the cheese
But trying to grasp the present without ripping the paper

Hard to give patience, when you’re living in angst
Harder to see the ceiling and give praise and thanks
When you don’t really know who is even listening to you
Feeling miss understood like I paid for the private room

I’ve been looking at her and a portrait of Ms. Fortune
Coldest bitches I know, I’m warming to a divorce soon
I’ve been paying for one while the other ain’t on a prenup
I just want to be free’d up and all accounts to cease up

But I ain’t gangbanging these were separate relations
In saying that though, I would have welcomed a threesome
I’m just glad that we never set the occasion
Cause roses don’t last but smell for a reason

(Hook)
Ever since I met you (huh) Ms. Fortune
I’ve been feeling Ms. Understood, and I hate fuckin’ her too
You both drive me crazy, and this ain’t nothing new
Mistakes the only one that’d really understand my point of view

(Verse 2)
Uh, I’ve got the monkey on my back and I keep going bananas
I’ve gotta peel so I can stay calmer
Like what goes around will come back harder
Attracting a, coward I’m trying to be a mater

I try to act better hoping I can prosper
Instead I’m expecting a Logie or an Oscar
That’s the, attitude problem of a
Generation why the fuck would I bother

Doing anything if there’s no rewards to reap
Within a week or less I can’t afford to keep
Trying and trying this shit is so tyring
I just keep lying till I fall asleep
Then I see, Ms. Fortune in my dreams
Complete with a projector and a big screen
Comparing everybody’s highlight reels
To my behind the scenes

(Hook)

(Bridge)
We’re through
We’re through
Told you we’re through
We’re through

Yeah, yeah

(Hook)
We’re through



































*Bonus Track*
Euros

(Intro)
Skit

(Verse 1)
11 am in berlin, brain clear as mud
I woke up fucked up, my head feeling the thud
Thank my liver for taking high ground during the flood
But alarm we aren’t speaking, feeling the bad blood

Body trying to process, waiting on shit to load
Ironically this hostel got like 95 windows
And I was supposed to be at the airport
For a 10 o’clock flight, ahuh, Yeah right

No for real though, I should have touched down now in heathrow
Yet I’m packing my bags like where did my room key go?
Outside is freezing, meaning below zero
Why is the AC on, this ain’t the san siro

Anyway here we go, I left wombats
Bags packed headed over to Rosa-Luxemborg Platz
Rode on the S-Bahn to Alexander Platz
Been here about a week, barely know where I’m at

Underground in the station, dumbfounded and pacing
Matching numbers with colours can’t fuckin read the language
Starting to get impatient like where’s the plane symbol
Not so, plain and simple with no, German education

Well fuck it had enough of wating, I’ll bus it when I find the station
My mind ain’t livin’ on cloud nine that’s why outside is raining
The opposite of relief, is offered an invitation
Through eyes of intimidation by the office of immigration

They, would’ve picked me from a mile away
Lookin’ like, I wasn’t sure if it was night or day
Ey, All I know is I’m thirsty, that machine is vending
A tall order of water, yes I need plenty

I swear at this point, choose it over a model
Threw my hands on it, twisted open the bottle
Then I heard a (tssssssss), my head dropped
Thinking fuckin’ soda water may as well be egg nog

Welcome to Murphys law, I know I’ve been here before
Looking like a circular room surrounded by doors
Fuck it I’ll get a cab, pay up when you play up
On my way to London 200 euros later

Hook
(uhuh uhuh) Said I
Spent a couple of Euros (Oh), spent a couple of Euros (Oh)
Ballin on a budget but fuck it I mean you know
Pour it all out before I kick the bucket
So If I survive tick the bucket off the list
(x2)

Ballin’ on a budget.
Ballin’ on a budget..
Ballin’ on a budget
But fuck it I mean you know..

credits

from The Daley Grind EP, released February 17, 2014
Produced by Cam Bluff
Written by T. Daley
Recorded & Mixed by C. Ludik & T. Horn
Mastered by D. Atkins

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