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6obby

Worries

 

Worries

(album: Corrupt. - 2017)


[HKFiftyOne:]
Ayy, yeah, yeah

I just spent five-hunnid on a Fendi, ayy
I'm on my way up, you know that I'm trending, ayy
You don't know 'bout all this guap I'm spending, ayy
I make real stacks but all y'all just pretending, ayy
I stay up late, you know I'm thinking 'bout this shit
I'm moving up and you know that I rock this bitch
Ralph Lauren my Polo, just the tip of it
Spending money, I still can't find happiness
Don't know anymore, life's a metaphor, hit the floor
I can't handle more, stop me now before I break the door
I stay up all night, party, I just might catch a flight
You don't really know, I'm not scared to die, nah
Feel like giving up, raise this fucking cup, drink it up
You know I'm fed up, always chasing love, don't give a fuck
You know how I flex on a shawty, right?
Want a goth girl sipping syrup in the moonlight, yeah

[6obby:]
And I told that bitch, "I'm done with' ya
After all those lies and worries, I'm just done with' ya"
Drinking all my worries away in the double cup
I been steady flexing, had to get my bands up
Yeah, I'm smoking green, drinking on this lean, I'm chasing dreams
In that vintage Polo Ralph, just looking so clean
See me chasing paper and I do it with my fucking team
People keep on talking but it really don't mean shit to me
Thinking 'bout my life, I been on my grind all this time
I been flexing, yeah, but sometimes I just wanna die
Asking what is wrong, and most times I just can't reply
I just can't reply, smoking blunts until my brain is fried
I just don't know why you look me in the eyes and then you lie
I'm just fucking done in my mind, I'm still on the run
Fuck it, we just living for the moment so just live it up
See me in the black and you know I'm sipping two cups
Dead with no heart, yeah, I'm dead with no soul
I'm so fucking lost and I don't even know where to go
I been steady getting guap and I do it on the low
Rolling up a Backwood and I roll that shit slow
Watch me spark this fucking ganja, grab a lighter, watch it glow
I been getting guap, designer from the head to the toe
All of you pretending but yeah, I got hella dough
Start to feel wavy, I been popping hella hydros

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