Too Many Pictures In the Frame - The Aeronautics

My album charted mandem thought I was But I'm back on my grind like recording is long 'Cause they don't wanna let me through the door like Jehovah witness So I'm back selling raw on the road to riches I just made six figures off of streams Still dealing with the fiends 'cause I got bigger dreams Feeling like John Gotti I'm the last mob No Ammi so I'm out in manny copping Star Dog Send my nigga rebel out I don't take trips I looked in the mirror getting followed by like eight Whips I did a U-Turn saw all the cars yewy too Now I'm scared thinking to myself "What shall I do?" So hot them other trapstars don't wanna roll with me Back on the strip with the crabs but its no biggie Skrapz told me make sure that you don't re-up All I do is trap I don't know how to put my feet up So I went to check my bedrin When I left I saw a fed put down his coffee and start his engine Now I'm thinking fuck I can't even trap They won't let me do shows a nigga can't even rap Plus I got these fools tryna diss me on a track But we'll see what happens all these haters wishing I get clapped I should fly out but I just wanna get this dough I keep hurting girls I care about I wish they let me go So let me tell how life without trappings going Sitting on the block watching all them other trappers going Thinking I can make a quick 100K Even though I probably waste it on a watch and another chain Would be rich if it weren't for them times I lost bread I was playing Fifa, Pebs called me said the crops dead Now what shall I do I'm used to moving keys in the city Going crazy I need to be busy So I went Glasgow to see Flanders Thinking I can take this over they ain't even got no cameras You wouldn't think that I got signed The same time I was on the charts tryna build a dot line Then I got nicked on the mains with a fiend Wish I was like them other rappers raping the scene Niggas think I'm rich but it ain't what it seems Yeah I got dough but I got eight figure dreams My chicks acting up that's the last of my problems Cuh I nearly got remanded in Scotland Me and F.G caught a plane every morning To go court I should be on stage somewhere touring I'm going back to jail is what I thought at my trial Buss case we had Aces in the court like Nadal I swear down I need a new lane The plug ain't my friend I'm still at the bottom of the food chain Still can't get support from the radio But that don't phase me yo As long as I'm making though So I started thinking of a master plan Jump back in the rentals gave my car to Shan And these days I spend the most on bud That don't make sense 'cause I know the plug I went Cali for Gelato straight facts You would think I was tryna fuck up my spine tryna get that straight back Came home gassed giving chains to my favourite nitty Might change this shit from Ice to Flavours city So holla if you need an ounce bro 'Bout to leave my workers number on the outro

Too many parties, and too many pals Will break your heart someday Too many boyfriends, and sociable sals Will drive your sweetheart away Gentlemen of the jury, the judge's speech began The scene was a crowded courtroom And the judge a sterned old man This prisoner here before you is a social enemy A lady of the evening and you know the penalty Her eyes reflect the nightlife Her cheeks, they're red with paint But I knew her mother gentlemen Why, her mother was a saint Now, I know that she's not like her And yet she might have been If it hadn't been for pettin' parties Cigarettes and gin We took the nightlife off the streets And brought into our own homes While girls beat time with lipstick And the streaks of saxophones We opened up the underworld To the ones we loved so well So tell me gentlemen Is it right to send her to a cell? If she drinks while you taught her And if she smokes, you showed her how So gentlemen, do you think it's right to go and condemn her now? And when you're in that jury room Just remember there and then That for every fallen woman Well, there's a hundred fallen men And before you render a verdict On what this girl has done Just remember, there's a man to blame And that man might be your son Now gentlemen, that's my story, my testimony stands This girl is my own daughter, and the case is in your hands Those Broadway roses and prevalent sounds At too many parties and too many pals

Too many fathers asking too many favors Too many kids finding rain in the dust Too many . saying house of the glory I break downtown too show you around But you work for the tunnel to kiss kiss kiss. Too many fathers finding rain in the dust I break downtown too show you around But you work for the tunnel to kiss kiss kiss.