Lyrics:
pills to stretch it
That’s just a little lesson
I hope y’all listenin’
If not I’m the manager
I could throw some pitchers in
Look at what I’m whippin’ in
the gang, bitch)
Sellin' gas so strong it's jumpin' out the Challenger
I'm the CEO, the artist, and the manager (Brr, brr, brr)
I'm so hot, I'm so hot,
you cant be scary
Roll down my window taste The smoke i know you smell Me lil nigga
In my passenger a yella plus My Diamonds canary
Grinding all year
Queen
I ordered slowly, took my time
Ignoring all those assholes honking from behind
Pulled around to the window and said
"Last time I was here you
Fuck
Hello
I just woke up its 5 pm
I don’t know what city I'm in
My manager is fucking calling again
17 missed call there all from him
Your suppose
waitin' for something that wasn't come for a minute
I had to back to the root, back to berry
Windows tinted, uh
Melodies on my breath, like keeping double
Don’t suicide X6
(Don’t let the demon in– Don’t open that door – Close that window)
I know that it’s hard
But I've been there, done that, got
happiness, fame and all the flashiness
Calling up a manager to ask if my new album hit
Talking like a vet with all the plaques and the acknowledgement
Seven
that's strong
I need a tree house, air hockey, ping pong
A mini ramp leanin' a tramp on a trampoline
(Have you heard the end of the Window?)
Nigga fuck
were fillin' up the window was open wide
A gentle breeze was blowin' you could feel it from inside
Lily called another bet and drew up the Jack of Hearts
paisley robes
Four bitches guardin' me safely as we walk to the window
The cashier was scared, she asked for my info
The manager arrived with two guards,
Show biz train
Baby, won't you climb on board?
Show biz train
Baby, won't you climb on board?
Is your manager managing to manage for the best
Paling well after sixteen days, a mammoth task was set
Sack the town, and rob the tower, and steal the alphabet
Close the door and bar the gate,
When the fire goes
Reaching out of the window
See the sun deck below
I wanted to swim
I wanted to float so bad
Is it bearable?
Sit around sit
thought this was a joke,
Until I noticed faces formed all attached with ropes
thru the turn-styles no talk no talk was heard
everyone grimmed at a task
Suicide
Chorus:
Suicide suicide suicide doors I’m jumpin out the window
Suicide suicide suicide doors
Now watch me go out there and get it (Aye)
I
in my head
I’m a window washer now but what would I do instead
Could it be, could it be that I really enjoy
This job that keeps me on my toes? Oh, boy!
the boards on the window? Bitch
That's bando
Shout-out to my nigga Bando Bo in the bando
Shout-out to my boy Takeoff he
Was cooking them chickens but he
Insects splattered on the bike window
Had a innuendo just last night
Don't know where it came from
Guess it's from a past life
Am I charismatic enough?
Does
much monkey business for me to be involved in
Workin' in the fillin' station, too many tasks
Wipe the windows, check the tires, check the oil, dollar
much monkey business
Too much monkey business for me to be involved in
Oh-ho-ho
Workin' in the fillin' station, too many tasks
Wipe the window
Look girl, I'm not gonna sing
'Cause I just don't do that
I see you in between class when my mind does a task
One glimpse of your eyes and my
much monkey business,
For me to be involved in!
Workin' in the fillin' station, too many tasks.
Wipe the windows, check the tyres, check the oil,
much monkey business
Too much monkey business for me to be involved in
Oh-ho-ho
Workin' in the fillin' station, too many tasks
Wipe the window
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