Overnight
(专辑: Bobby Tarantino II - 2018)
Yeah, maybe this should just be the
intro, like this That's it, squad, bitch All these bad bitches say they love me, I
already know Check the, check the
bling that's on my finger 'cause I'm married, ho There he go, everybody know that boy pockets is swole What's good? That sound familiar, never been here before Life good, 'cause I
just got quoted two hundred a
show Oh no, oh no, two hundred a
show Overnight, all this money that I've been making, I
gave it right back To all of the
people that made me, you know we like that Don't know why your bitch wanna date me, but I
can't fight that Guess you ain't done shit for her lately, not on the
right track If I
think that shit sound good I
gotta write that Weed man knocking on the
door, I'll be right back Pass the
shit to 6ix, watch him light that Hit the
studio, record the
shit, then mix the
shit, then master it And then we do the
show and they recite that Bitch, I'm right back, told 'em 'bout my life, told 'em 'bout my life Told 'em I
was broke as fuck too many nights Now I
see my name up on so many lights But everybody prolly think this shit done happened, happened, happened Overnight, people think this how this shit happened, but they never right Acting like they got it, they got it, but they never quite Seem to understand that this right here deeper than all that Hustling the
streets like they trap over-over-overnight People think this how this shit happened, but they never right Acting like they got it, they got it, but they never quite seem to understand that this right here deeper than all that Hustling the
streets like they trapping and burning (woo, woo) Tell me how you really feel, how you really feel All they ever do is hate the
boy, but now they know the
name Tell me how you really feel, how you really feel All they ever do is hate the
boy, but now I
run the
game Tell me how you really feel, how you really feel You can hate now all you want, but shit won't ever be the
same Tell me how you really feel, how you really feel You can hate me, but I'm not the
reason that your life is lame Tell me, is it really so hard? Really so hard, to be a
good person? Tell me, is it really so hard, really so hard, to stop acting like a
bitch? (woo) I
treated everybody with respect and now I'm rich (woo) I
treated everybody with respect Maybe you got issues with your daddy, though Maybe you was bullied back in high school Maybe you are just a
tool Maybe you're the
reason, you're the
reason The
reason I
don't fuck with nobody, and Maybe you're the
reason, you're the
reason The
reason I
came up with nobody, and Maybe you're the
reason, you're the
reason Everybody think this right here happened Overnight, people think this how this shit happened, but they never right Acting like they got it, they got it, but they never quite Seem to understand that this right here deeper than all that Hustling the
streets that they trap over-over-overnight People think this how this shit happened, but they never right Acting like they got it, they got it, but they never quite seem to understand that this right here deeper than all that Hustling the
streets like they trapping and burning down, shit