Lyrics

How did you get here? I'm drunk and confused (hmm) I tried to be patient with you, yeah High up, you're falling back down Look See See, I've been chilling reminiscing Bitch, put down the phone, can you listen? Yeah, the pain through the bars that I've written I try do good in the life I was given That's me and bro in the ding-dong whizzing I thank God every day 'cause I'm living Try move shady, safe good riddance They say I've got good bars, say I've got good rhythms Now I'm in the stew with a Q of the blue And it's like four hours remaining Survival of the fit, like training it's mad I just wanna tell mumsy I've made it Bro said he got import Cali Say less that's foreign exchange no trading, mad Shed tears when the gaff got raided They say I'm gonna blow, but I've got no patience Talking out loud talk draining Remember them days when we was Xbox gaming? My own guys snaked me, it's mad Fuck that shit man, I ain't gonna name him Watch out for your people, they might be a paigons Try new road because they need more ratings Fuck all the long talk, no time-wasting She wants a sweet boy, bitch I'm basic, LOL Some girls say I'm a sweet talker But the rest of them say I'm stush Brown skin mum with a booty She wanna get wifed but there ain't no rush She said she want read mans Snapchats Fuck a girlfriend if there ain't no trust Cute one from T and Tobago, she's like Luko My Caribbean crush My Caribbean darling Bro said he wants revs or styling Tryna get both so I ain't left starving Bad temptations all around me I feel like Adam and Eve in the garden I'm outta this league by a margin They say I've gone clear are either man started If that's bro I shouldn't ask for a promo Roll with his show love no homo, yo I ride for my fam, not a postcode Your shit got took, your boy loves to showboat Man, I've been down and broke Mind up, now mans up like yoyo Spittin' bars on the ting up polo I swear I'ma blow when I drop all my solos, mm-mm How did you get here? I'm drunk and confused I tried to be patient with you, yeah High up, you're falling back down (hmm) Look Man, I've been dead broke, and I've been top-boy too Looking at me now, you wouldn't even Begin to think mad tings that mans been through, but hold up Got guys that will have a red dot on your head like one Hindu Straight too mad, you don't have it in you TC when I say, "You're the one I'm into" into, into, into, into Bro bro's reckless leave his ting in you Ting tryna beat, but your minging boo No cap in my bars when I'm bringing truth, and it's mad Told mumsy I'd be a doctor, nah burn green in the singing booth J said B are you bringing booze Said I'm coming with the ting it's rinsing to Oh, shit, man just switched the bitch When we pull up get out, no hypnotist True saying when we feed them plants And watch them grow like photosynthesis I've been bolo since a kid So I ain't scared to attack like I'm in the mid Can't believe that I lost mumsy Was deep in the end with my gaff when it hit the kid But it's Comfy, I know they can't do it like me Humble and preserve tracksuit, Nike I was in the pitch doing up high knees Unlikely, hmm Can't do it like me (can't do it like me, hmm)
Writer(s): Ciara Simms Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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