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Vince Staples

PAPERCUTS

 

PAPERCUTS

(album: RAMONA PARK BROKE MY HEART - 2022)


Bang, cooking up love, always on the run
Bang, cooking up love, always on the run

They wanna know if I'm in the street
Or if I still feel a way about the enemies
Just keep it real with me, I don't need no sympathy
I hate this industry, missing sleep, been some weeks
Counting money up while they counting sheep
Used to picture me rolling, vividly
Now everything I dream is everything you see
Riding with the blick, thirty shots at least
Keep it in my reach right up on the seat
I try to teach but then these niggas think he tryna preach
And I ain't got no time for nobody out here trying me

Ri-riding 'round the city, say what's up
Don't be playing with my money (Don't be playin'), don't be playing with the hood
Papercuts, papercuts, out here tryna run it up
If it ain't 'bout bread (Yeah), I don't give a fuck (Ayy)
See me 'round the city, say what's up
Don't be playing with my money (Don't be playin'), don't be playing with the hood
Papercuts, papercuts, out here tryna run it up (Yeah)
If it ain't 'bout bread, I don't give a fuck, no

We don't wanna hear that bullshit Shareef
Ain't no love, ain't no peace when you broke in these streets
And they never love you back but you don't know until you leave
Always looking for a bag, never had the time to grieve
Hit my line, but make it brief if you ain't talking dollars
Wild calls from my dawgs, hope the free my partners
Still thinking everyday about the one that got away, ayy
You know I'm crazy 'bout you, right?
I want a wife, don't want no baby mama, nah
These crazy bitches try to tap your pockets, yeah
Now I ain't tripping, I'm just being honest, yeah
I love my direct deposit

Ri-riding 'round the city, say what's up
Don't be playing with my money (Don't be playin'), don't be playing with the hood
Papercuts, papercuts, out here tryna run it up
If it ain't 'bout bread (Yeah), I don't give a fuck (Ayy)
See me 'round the city, say what's up
Don't be playing with my money (Don't be playin'), don't be playing with the hood
Papercuts, papercuts, out here tryna run it up (Yeah)
If it ain't 'bout bread, I don't give a fuck, no

I'm what you're waiting for (Yeah, what you waiting for?)
I'm what you're waiting for (What you waiting for? Yeah, what you waiting for?)
I'm what you're waiting for (Yeah, what you waiting for?)
I'm what you're waiting for (What you waiting for? Yeah)
Bang, cooking up love, always on the run
(See me riding 'round the city, say what's up
Don't be playing with my money, don't be playing with the hood)
Bang, cooking up love, always on the run
(Papercuts, papercuts, out here tryna run it up
If it ain't 'bout bread)

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