Tekst piosenki 'Notion' wykonawcy ATO

Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Her eyes are to the camera
She tryna find her way to the other side
She tryna find the answer
To the good life
The more money, she's addicted to the money tree
And she don't know who she can be
She tryna find herself inside of me, yeah
And if she wants to go alone, we can play that game
She done it once before, but it's never been the same
She's afraid of change, I don't know why

Popping more than bottles
Just a couple homeless models
On a red-eye from Atlanta
Drinking wine until it landed
She's tryna be more than twisted panties on this bedroom floor
Heart set on dior
Alexander Wang, she wants it all
Told her now
Keep the lights off, love the dark
Take the tights off, if you want me come and get me
You ain't going home tonight
Feeling the emotions, got the motion running double time
Seeing double, wondering which girl is coming home with me tonight

And I got a notion
Everything's going fine
'Cause we stand for nothing
And they say that faith is blind
And it's always brighter on the other side
It's a fine line
Between bliss and open eyes

Fuck the system, more controversial than collaborating two religions
Remain the realest in the building
Under these conditions I've been kicking since my time was ticking
And without a finish line, how can I now define winning?
Looking major, but fuck your pen and fuck your paper
And if it compromises mine, the only sign is that I shouldn't sign
Sharp shadows circles 'round my spine
Only friend is time this time like every time before
Just like her, I'm proudly putting London on the map
Don't hold me back, scream up West, where my motherfuckers at?
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Hypocrisy that exists among these cold rappers, it's an epidemic of Y.M.C.M.B
Can't fuck with me though
I'm trying to take your girl, yes, Childish Gambino
I hold my chest knowing the bullets for my head and ego
I'm at the edge screaming: Don't hold me back, while the ledge breaks
And I feel no weight as I make this great escape
You know I'm hating on these rappers
I don't feel these rappers
Some of them are real but most are sour sweets beneath the wrapper
Feeling poor, but rest assured I'm bringing something new
Hear the game's broken, I'm reminded that its rent is due
I've got it all, down to the last penny
Down to the last depressive night alone drinking Henny
I keep it real to me, you know what's real to me is real for you
Writing like tomorrow will never come true at ten to midnight
I'm rolling over, twenty now and I'm killing
Thirty-two bars a minute but guarantee your mind will still be ticking
When I'm finished going over ninety miles per hour
Burning through this track gaining more flack than Dwight Howard
I don't trust her, trust breaks in a second
Love used as a weapon was never what we intended
But don't forget, now that it's been addressed
It's what we don't do, not what we do, we ultimately regret