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Bring Me My Money

 

Bring Me My Money

(album: Wild Strawberries - 2017)


I need my money I need it now
I need my money

I need my money I need it now
I need my money I need it now
That's all I got when you're not around (I need my money)
I'll call you up when I'm back in town
I'm up to no good when not around
Cause you know temptations, they all around

I had to make something for you
And let you know how much you mean to me
I'm always running from the truth
I'm always thinking 'bout me (bout me)
But shit I like the way you groove
I'd like to think it's just for me
All the shit I'm scared to lose
Think I should probably get some sleep

Saucing just a starving artist somewhere out in Austin
With 1000 people mobbing to some some shit I made in private school
Coughing all my darkness, turn it into light
Ain't no doctors in my life
Don't need pills just need my pipe
Think a builder's skin is white
Fuck 'em if they hit the clock
Can't take credit for my type
Only God knows that design
Told her how I, all I, all I, all I need is a goddess
Answer to all my problems and suddenly I'm reminded
What it's like to not be blinded open up my sirens
Lil b might know I'm gone, she smell the rubber from the tires
I know you're getting tired I don't mean to be dishonest
When I told you that I loved you I don't know what I just plotted
Woke up in my apartment all alone and in the quiet
Solitude at its finest, look for the ultraviolets
First time I met you told you that I loved you but I didn't
She said it's cool Imma still let you hit it

I had to make something for you
And let you know how much you mean to me
I'm always running from the truth
I'm always thinking 'bout me (bout me)
But shit I like the way you groove
I'd like to think it's just for me
There's so much shit I'm scared to lose
Think I should probably get some sleep

Bring me my money
Bring me my money
Bring me my money
Bring me my money

And so I made something for you
I hope you like how it groove
I got the homies on it too
Aye tell some hoes to come through
Plus you, plus me
Don't lie don't lie
Bring me my money
Bring me my money

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