Lyrics:
two but i been sitting with three
Dissatisfaction and anxiety be sipping with me
When do i wake up from this shit am i just i living a lie? killing
that yellow-skin Jamaican, bringing home the bacon
Sitting on a million that I made inside my basement
I don’t run with wastemans, smile-in-my-face mans
sitting n the streets with a p, broken to zips, cuz errbody hit me for weed, so fuck, ain’t nothing poppen bout a broke nigga, sell hope, sell soap, or sell
to organized crime that brands your name
cnd you think you deserve fame?
Sitting on backs on top
How quick you neglect your morals when it suits you
Oh oh
took a broken computer sitting in the corner of the studio and brought it back to life. From then on music, computers, and software became his passion.
seconds after that
I need gold double platinum plaques
Foreign Cars sitting back to back
I could show you how to trap
Show you how to stack
How to make
how to make me sympathize
Cause when the daylight comes
Baby, I'm the one
I know you say you want me
But where are you now
Sitting on a plane
So
me tonight
But baby I'm doing just fine
Cancelled all of our plans again
Funny, last year I used to call you a friend
Sitting at the park and I ran
you're sitting on the couch and (Yuh)
Throwing shade on my page
Like the side of mountains
Jump off (Jump off)
I wouldn't want you jumping on
When I get
Long awaited darkness falls
Casting shadows on the walls
In the twilight hour I am alone
Sitting near the fireplace
Dying embers warm my face
tell ya
Even when there's 2 or 3 man that will help ya
Its no fun when your arse goes numb
For time been sitting on a bucket like Bielsa
If the AK sprays
ain’t sitting and waiting, i had to get up and take it niggas is basic, you tryna find a replacement you gon be looking for ages/ tripling wages that been
long time
Like the watch didn’t fit right
I just wish u woulda sat tight
Now I’m sitting on the sidelines
Swore I’d get it right this time
I’d be
Now i’m sitting back
With a smile on my face
Your lips taste good
I better get a taste
We’ve gone to long
We better not waste
You just met me
from harm’s way / You are a destroyer, laying waste to all and everything / When I saw you there sitting all alone at the piano bar / My thoughts they
sitting in the Dm telling lies all cap
But this nigga was different , said he’ll teach me how to scam.
Ain’t treat me like an average , he like me just
and over, I could tell when you bullshitting
I can whiff the aroma, the scent, and the odor
But fuck that, got the Crown Vick sitting on white walls
Pulled
hurtful, but the lies are so much more
(Truth)
Hundred things, sitting there, that I could’ve said but nothing came out what for?
(Froze)
The world seemed
this heart I’m sitting with all brittle, can we cry sometime, history say it ain’t safe, I’ll do anything to make this pain go away...
Chorus:
Real men
and doing that like what’s the cap for
They say you were a rapper now like what the fuck you trap for
Sitting at the edge of the bed
I don’t know how
Yeah
Smoking on a wood
It got me sitting comfortably
Lil bitch you know what's good
That's why you wanna fuck on me
Suck on me
Just love on me
You got
smile back
I come and say hello
You give me a weird stare
You say I’m married and my husbands sitting over there
Damn
the same
These are thoughts Bugus has when he's sitting on a plane
Promise I'll be never gone when I leave my physical
Forever imma linger on when I leave
Yeah I'm sitting behind this jail cell and shit
Close the doors
23 hour lock down
You holding this shit down for me while I'm locked up
You ain't
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