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Abstract - My 2020 Vision Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Woke up in the mornin', curtains open to the skyline
Yeah, I got a plan, got a plan to make it all mine
Girl layin' next to me, ten, a better damn find
Can't recall her name, in general can't remember last night
I mean, I met up with the label
'Member whiskey on the table
Head's spinnin' like a dreidel, boom
Now I'm watchin' cable, boom
TV made of Marvel
Don't know why it is, but it be sweeter than some carmel, boom
Walkin' through my hallway, pull my phone out with my credit cards
Not because I want to, 'cause it's mixed in with my credit cards
Unlock; boom, click; poppin' up a hologram
It ain't nothin' 12-year-olds from here to China probably can
FB R-I-P, still runnin' shit though Instagram
I see 'em look amazin', boom, slap it like I own the cam
Legend's in my kitchen, kiddin, I ain't even notice 'em
And I ain't even notice 'em

[Chorus]
Alright, alright
Girl lookin' like Panettiere
Talkin' 'bout the future, man, I'm hopin' to see you there
I'm hopin' to see you there
Man, I'm hopin' to see you there
Place in the Apple pad, bumpin' in the bay
Goose in the kitchen, one cook, one gray
One cook, one gray
Penthouse chillin' on the ground, west, ay, ay!
[Verse 2]
Whippin' out the crib, Batman style
Autopilot, I ain't drivin', got the address dialed
Vision 20/20, 20/20 in my vision
Eight years since the kid addicted to the business
Stackin' up the money, funny, did it talkin' real shit
Remember bein' 20 thinkin' it would happen real quick
But real quick, gon' cruise past the dealership
H20 whips gettin' big, could be into it
On second thought, ship just stickin' with my stick shift after all
Ain't tryna be seen, boom, drive-thru restaurant
Ain't nothin' different, still have to understand the voice box
"Homie, it's a drive-thru, 2020, what you want?"
"Um, yeah, like," boom, they ain't open after 7
That's what happened after we saw overeaters didn't get it
That's about as far as I'm gon' go with future politics
You don't wanna know it so I said I won't get into it

[Chorus]
Alright, alright
Girl lookin' like Panettiere
Talkin' 'bout the future, man, I'm hopin' to see you there
I'm hopin' to see you there
Man, I'm hopin' to see you there
Place in the Apple pad, bumpin' in the bay
Goose in the kitchen, one cook, one gray
One cook, one gray
Penthouse chillin' on the ground, west, ay, ay!