歌詞Comeback

Kris Savage

最終更新日:: 2020年5月6日
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#together against coronavirus

See I'm the new one I get this groove on Stuck in loop while they choose what we been on

These days are mad long, swimming through my problems Trying to make this invoice here my income You ain't understanding I'm trying to rock these flows While you stoned, broke, and alone Yet who got the hand in The last time I handled all of that You caught me in the whip busting half a lung on some prime gas So let this man breathe Y'all been getting too close Not a note, ain't no read me I still need weed to sleep I'm falling off the planet while I rollercoast it here with Lucy But y'all just full to boast So I went ghost and never sent no texts back Got some better things to do then laying on my snapchat I'm only satisfied if she get fed and high So when we die I'll pay for us to come on right back I'm not enticed with all this ice, but I like good racks Understand the upper hand before you buy that Everything you see been just a lie except this one fact This money ain't no freedom, what we need is life back That daily double, large fries, and a Big Mac Coke up on the side, you wonder why all your kids left Out the apartment, I couldn't stand the whole stress Doubting who my dad is 'fore I even saw my first breast Last I knew we was chilling in bed Now I'm stuck on the couch Screaming out my name and shit Baby only trying to kick me out Swear it all pays off but no proof Been broke for way too long, but no rules Don't go asking questions when you know it's all true Everybody staking in, yet I don't move So I'm placing bets and pray I don't lose Yet they miss the vision even when it see-through Mission to my freedom, how you thinking that we equal Lotta nights getting to the bag, and to my people The more I try, the less I really try to re-do Really with the options Steady stacking what I make and double tap the profit You'd think I'm on some god shit I'm paying homage to the town I got my little start in A starving artist, funny how they come around regardless So I lay patient on my art, bitch The only thing that separates us be the value on this market I'm done wasting time on shit you think you started, Trying to get out of this apartment Last I knew we was chilling in bed Now I'm stuck on the couch Screaming out my name and shit Baby only trying to kick me out Swear it all pays off 'cuz I've been on top 'Till my legs twist, lock, or get guap Enough to relocate my ma and set shop But as I set sail These fucking haters in my emails Been always running 'round me like some pussies chasing mouse tails

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