Lyrics:
left in town
The old ways stashed in Lost & Found
The stub’s been thrown away
They’re closing things I love the most
The internet that lurking ghost
and a thin crack
Between self care and hurting in the worst way
Don't trip, don't stub your big toe
Don't talk like you my big bro
Don't you ever try to tell
Done a lot of drugs
Known a lot of thugs
Smoked a lot of bud
Rose from below or I fell from above
Stub my toe on a chair waking up
Stumble through
Save up paper to pay for my day ones'
Pay stubs, tip a great sum to a waiter
Stay up late rake leaves for my neighbors
Hold the door open for a bitch
money long ran my bank up put my team on going way up
Triple threat on em gotta face up tryna run it up and stack my pay stubs
Always on my mind when I
Bruce Banner when he stub's a toe
Going green and big Like my bank account it's sick
Watch me while I do a trick making your bitch disappear
You still
Cause can't reget what I had
Still I'm afraid of the dept and still afraid of the dark
Stuff the stub in my arm and stub the shard in my harm
Got my
the head and sink the kicker
Sink the stub and sink the comma
Sink the flag and sink the mast
Sink the quote then sink me last
Orders piped, yet night is
I hope all they're bitches is tramps
Hope they stub their toe on a lamp
Fuck it they know where they stand
Well I'll pay that shit in advance
I hope
you want a name
This is the life that you knew that you knew that were made for
No time to talk, it's about that time we get that pay stub
Do you really
We are the Non-Prophets /
Fitzgerald Ford /
Four door /
Door prize /
Prize winning ticket /
Ticket stub /
Stub my toe /
Tow truck /
Truck Turner /
Turn
flex but the sex superb
She said "let's confirm"
You the baddest in the club
I put that on my stub
Ain't no ifs, no ands, no buts
I'm tryna chill
fast
You know we be up on ya ass
Biking Moving
Gangsta I aint bout dat shit but im ah pay stub
Lets get 1 thing straight I be a grade up
Moving how im
on the gin and I sip on the Henny
Niggas stub your back then smile on your face
We’re smoking on cookie and smoking on haze
Production in studio, we turn up
a lotta days I almost gave up
Spendin' all my money on my pay stub
But now my new songs' payin'
For my new songs
I don't do much except workin'
On my new
Come get high with me
Yea we doing all these drugs
And these bitch in line for me
She taking off her stubs
And she tryna say goodbye to me
And she in
to work away from living everyday for
Just another pay stub
Listen I'm going to make it
I'm putting my time in all this
Baby girl don't leave, we could
I'm going outer space so I need pay stubs
That boy is a bean I fuck with players
And I'll never retreat can't fuck with failure
Ay darling do your dance
too much energy must be shared in smaller stubs
Until you can handle all of me, not bits
Because you can get a sugar rush
It's like a Lil-E high
Hyper
a ex scrub
Left and right wrist be flooded I’m ambidextrous
Ima star nigga, and you a ex-tra
We need to verify the money, send the check stubs
Nigga
yeah
Sokagbo
Stub stub stubborn
Shoti funmi lefo je
I don’ day love you Amoke
Anybody way want try to beef you
Moma sare babeje
Yes cause I don’t
getting faded on a weekday
I don’t give a fuck what he say
Or she say
Or you say
Imma still pour me up a cup of that dusse
Pay stub, I’m just focused
like it's domino's
Don't hate on me cause karmas
A bitch and you'll stub your little toe
See the results I been telling
Bitches I'm on a role
Spitting
stay up
That boy wanna make music with me, I tell him pay up
I do not get no money for the feat, show the pay stub
Choppa is right on me, and your waist
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