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No Worries

 

No Worries

(albüm: The Sailor - 2019)


Breaking down, I'm barely breathing
You just hit me where it hurts
Finding ways to stop the bleeding
Did I get what I deserve?
Call my friends over to kick it, we don't need hoes
The game is on, the beers are cold

Still happy and content, I'm tryna cut the worrying
Still got 'em asking me, "What kind of business are you in?"
Got so many blessings but I'm still here counting it
If it feels like a job, then why you still doing it?
Loved this every second, man, that's why I still do this shit
I'm bad at socializing, that's what homeschooling did for me
It also got me money and a whole new identity
So fuck a prom night, I drive a limo to a bakery

Finding ways to stop the bleeding
Did I get what I deserve?
Call my friends over to kick it, we don't need hoes
The game is on, the beers are cold

Yeah, born to do this shit, it wasn't nothing accidental, ayy
This shit got so boring, had to switch it up a little
Sick of seeing people 'round me only care about the figures
I can't have you talk to me about no mothafucking limit
Write the best songs in my crib
Why'd you ask me if I'm okay? Bitch, I feel extravagant
Always been a different breed from day one so let's not pretend
Notice all your lack of effort so, lil' bitch, we can't be friends
Hey, shut the fuck up, go sip your Starbucks
Don't play with me, 'cause you gon' fuck up your karma
Don't fuck with hoes, I'd rather fuck up my commas
Your life ain't good if it don't come with no problems
Oh, been on fire but my heart is cold
I ain't fucking with you anymore
Bitch, I'm way too focused on my goals
I can never stop it, uh
Running up the numbers, give a fuck about no budget
Bitch, I'm up-and-coming and this shit ain't up for no discussion
No I never cuff a basic, only fuck 'em on occasion
She don't ever need persuasion
'Cause she said that I'm her favorite, uh

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