Lyrics:
Todd, I'm sorry, alright? I screwed up
I know I screwed up
Oh great, of course, you can't keep doing this
You can't keep doing shitty things and then
then we running in your house
Aye what you 'bout
You think we ain't working, we'll tell you watch out
And tell you straight up it's the Boulevard all
no fuck
This not what you want
I swear for god Im up
Lucky to be alive
At 5 I seen the fire
Graveyard could’ve been tombs 
That’s when I got
bitches,
That’s when you really had me fucked up !!!
I’m leaving you this message because face to face this shit woulda been too hard.
By the time you get
I'm way too fucked up
To give any fucks
What's going on with us
I don't wanna do any drugs
Cause I'm high off love
Bae why the fuck, you're so far
I'm too much
Because I'm doin'
Too much
Guess I'm always screwed up
(I think I'd rather)
I want to skip class
I want to get by
I want to do drugs
Until
Big Boss, took the steps, ain't no elevator Big cost, gotta pay it to make your way up
Big bag, I know I never take a pay cut Cause that ain't what I
What is fear
What is fear
Fear is an emotion
Fear is an emotion
That be running wild
Running crazy round
Fear takes over
Moves in and sets up shop
Cuz they know that I'm up next
I need to run me a check
I can't fuck with you broke rappers
With all due respect
Ima do this by myself
Because I don't
Hello?
What you saying Wolfgang?
Been a minute indeed
Not even China no more man
It's Kilo
It's Kilo
Let's go
Most minimum effort, yeah
But I came
Tryna decide what I wan' put up on my chain
And I know It gotta reflect off me
And I just ate at Viridescence's
Talked with bro we preaching lessons
You come up in hoods you got enemies
Lil nigga he hungry he want it by any means
Deep in the field bound to catch penalties
But we want the house wit
baguettes move you up out the set huh what's next nothing but big flex I don't need much just head and bomb sex I'm a certified vet still running the streets
If you got something you trynna get to
You got to get to it
Know what I'm saying?
Aye Yo!
Looking in the mirror
No matter what you think it's still
read
Give me that
Kringle, you wanna look at this
Shit, um
What is it? (lawyer up, lawyer up)
It is a picture of a little man crawling through the vents
What does artistry mean to you?
I draw the line by my feet
Separate my wants and my needs
Bitch I'm a Artist
I'm Meta like Artest
Not Meta like
can tear
Layer by layer
They sleep but I stay up
I don't wanna lay up, too easy I just feel like I'm way up
Face it, it's in the past and what's fake I
Wah wah wah
What they, what they
What they want from us
What they, what they want from us
WockStar JB
What, what they want from us
Slatt
Bam in
ourselves up so quickly
To judge what does and doesn't belong?
Life became a plague I need to save us from
You'll be thankful when I do my work and add up
how to close it down
I though I was really living
I used to stay up late and sleep in all day long
Now it's bed by nine and wake up with the dawn
about what I fucked up
Sitting on top of the world for a day
Telephone rings and the cops on the way
Someone reminds me that I am in debt
I have not
country girl what I got to give
My whole heap and hep of country fun,
Full of four wheel drive, dirt road and shotgun
Ain't nothing better than being out in
Heaven
Heaven knows that I've made my mistakes
That God, what a guy as I say my grace
Who would of thought by making birds migrate
For the winter I be
You're probably thinking that you're going to change me
In some ways well maybe you might
Scrub me down, dress me up all but no matter what
Remember I'm
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