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[Verse 1] If I let you pimp my page Will I get paid? Or will I just get made fun of For numbers of reasons of fear of defeating If I sound like checks, do I get checks? (Ay) Or will I just get played? Check and mate Crate and barrel Buy a home, start a family It's hard romancing When love is in a new state each night And all our exes white Promise room and board in-flight I want to enter your mind I want to to the entire US of A, if I sign the page Don't sell me no white lie Won't settle for no light Be careful when it's time To sign the dotted lines 360s 365 P. Diddys, ebonies and vibes We busy split the divide We the divine, B Careful when you are told No creativity control You fuck around, get shelfed You fuck round, be stealth mode You fuck round, can't write your album They fuck around, get exposed You went to the bank to withdraw As quick as it come in it goes, it's gone (It's gone) [Chorus] I don't want you, I don't need you But you're in my head You're in my head You're in my head They don't need to, but they feed you Now you're in my head You're in my head You're in my head And they show you all the lies And you think of all the lives You can change me for the price It's negotiated You supposed to pay it [Verse 2] If I let you pimp my soul Is my story told? Or will I just have shit that I don't want? Not to brag, or boast, or flaunt I wish passion was enough I wish fashion was just fun Like, what's in my closet? Just a deposit I don't desire to have attire Worn by entire continents To start a trend, 2Pac, a pen Apocalypse, the coliseum Put that on TMZ Promoting your older reptilian Bipolar, I told her I'm different They only think y'all want an idiot And it won't be me Who they want, they split like Jodeci But I won't let them make more than me Your fortune's unfortunately in the hand of an elder man Who is telling you you shoe in And wants to profit off you? And them, what's the pension? It's just pimpin' to get you and get you It's still happening Still, that penmanship need practice For when that signature for talents Exchanged for business in your palace You moved your mother to a mansion I got it, I got it My money, my pocket My lawyer, my lighter That's soul, mind, body [Chorus] I don't want you, I don't need you But you're in my head You're in my head You're in my head They don't need to, but they feed you Now you're in my head You're in my head You're in my head And they show you all the lies And you think of all the lives You can change me for the price It's negotiated You supposed to pay it