![]() “Plastic Bag” is a song about searching for an escape from personal problems and hoping to find it in the lively atmosphere of a Saturday night party. Nigga, I got a pack of blacks and a beat CD Talk too motherfucking much, I got my drink I got my music My new year's resolution is to stop all the pollution Walk out the door and they scream it's alive I'll take your girlfriend and put that pussy on a pedestal Hide your feelings, hide your feelings now what you better do You ain't heard the coast like this in a long timeĪnd they waiting on Kendrick like the first and the fifteenth I can feel the new people around me just want to be famous On yourselves you can remain, stuck in a box Rather a seasonal name, I'll let the people know this is something you can blame Is way more believable, give me a feasible gain I know what you scared of, the feeling of feeling emotions inferiorĭie in a pitiful vain, tell me a watch and a chain You live in a world, you living behind the mirror We live in a world, we live in a world on two different axles You trying to keep it deprived and only co-sign what radio does I'm trying to keep it alive and not compromise the feeling we love To you that's a quick check, with all disrespect let me say this ![]() You can see that my city found me put me on stages I can feel the new people 'round me just want to be famous I can say that I like a challenge and you tell me it's painlessīut even a small lighter can burn a bridge Look inside of your soul and you can find out it never exist Look inside of my soul and you can find gold and maybe get rich I got my drink I got my music I would share it but today I'm yelling I can feel your energy from two planets away
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