Artist: Radamiz Album: The Longer Way Home Song: CHARLIEchaplin Typed by: @Radamiz Charlie Chaplin key speech 0:00-1:40 The Longer Way Home Rudy Mills, wassup YO, YO, YO, YO Verse 1: So I, throw on my button up and give my frown an uppercut Watch out for the "[UNDRDG](1134704)" that's coming up Shuttin up, the lingo running mouths with nothing gold [Zoning out to the man with "God's Son" painted where stomachs show](1134708) Anti-downfall, today's rain's a heavy downpour Robin Hood music, writing lyrics to feed a town R.A.W is the duo, hearing all the sass talk and kudos The game tastes like Henny but looks like Nuvo A messed up industry, I'm just trying to find the loop holes And escape routes to break out the stereotypes and fake out The future delayers, girls flirting with this heartless Limousine rides turn housewives into monsters World like an igloo and this mind like a snow globe Dealing fiends my dreams with peripherals to po-po Window shopping for love, too broke to get a hug Don't die trying to climb, and don't fall into their lies Hook: So what you think I got in mind to do? I have way too much pride to ever lie to you (you) So I let these feelings go, and I let you people know That I'm here to stay, and that's that But I never seem to make ya'll smile In due time though, it's been way more than a while So I walk this path lonely And catapult myself until this whole world knows me And then I'll be ghost (8x) Yo, Yeah Verse 2: [Your local Fat Cat, 50 Cent that ain't make a platinum record 8 ball shooting to fill these pockets](1134711), attached my eyes to a rocket To knock names, perfect my [box game like Hugh Hefner](1134715) Cham-pain (Champion) knocks out foes like champagne and Vodka together Please calm your temper, relax Judges and stop bangin My accent's a life sentence, no act to speak slangin Used to not afford a good belt, that's why my pants was hanging Now we pay like 600 to show logos by hips, danglin [Michelle Obama didn't influence my mama 9-to-5 for 30-plus years ain't Changing because of progress](1134719) Peep my circle of fly guys, parachutes and beds of cloud Rhymes like crack bundles as blue boys crept around Your teachers don't all tell the truth, and T.V.'s lie Looking at the world through Stevie's hands, not Stevie's eyes Admitting, convos with God about honesty fraud Tell em I lied a couple times, you knew it but let me slide, I Love you Hook: So what you think I got in mind to do? I have way too much pride to ever lie to you (you) So I let these feelings go, and I let you people know That I'm here to stay, and that's that But I never seem to make ya'll smile In due time though, it's been way more than a while So I walk this path lonely And catapult myself until this whole world knows me And then I'll be ghost... (exit chants)