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作曲 : Paris Texas
Walk around like I'm the shit
I think it's a force of habit
All I think about is checks
I think that it's a force of habit
This as good as its gon' get (I waste no time)
When I'm ****in' on yo' bitch (I take my time)
Don't make me do this again (Why waste your time)
I want to but can't make my mind up (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Everybody way too dramatic, uh
I live life in a comedy, uh
Broke as a joke it's alright with me, uh
I'ma be okay one day
Mood ring, watch my ****in' mood change
I don't care what dude say
He speaks with no bass, all treble
Get mixed up, yeah, never on my level
Mixed bitch, tits straight out of "Heavy Metal"
Tsk, tsk, tsk, yeah, a nigga know better
You in my shadow like you in stealth
You are my son, got a brand new belt, yeah
Whoop a nigga ass for my goddamn health, uh
[Chorus]
Walk around like I'm the shit
I think it's a force of habit
All I think about is checks
I think that it's a force of habit
This as good as its gon' get (I waste no time)
When I'm ****in' on yo' bitch (I take my time)
Don't make me do this again (Why waste your time)
I want to but can't make— make— make— make—
[Interlude]
You know, man, I was like, "Nah, I don't got a condom"
And then, she— she brought out her little sugar bag
'Cause strippers, they got bags where they put all they ****in' money in (Yeah)
So she moved all her money out the way and she like, boom
At the very bottom
Like the very, very bottom, she put it on me for me, man, she— (Yeah)
[Bridge]
Nothing lasts forever
Keep trying, keep trying
'Til we run out of time
Nothing lasts forever
Keep trying, keep trying
'Til we run out of time
[Verse 2]
Man, I thought I told ya, Paris Texas soldiers
Go 'head, fix yo' camera, go 'head, clean them lenses
We still gonna show up despite what they told us
Realize y'all take it everywhere but the maximum
Married to the money, soon as I heard that y'all broke up
Ask if it need closure, but it don't want no closure
Spit hotter than the solar, I can't trust a soul, uh
You niggas some cobras, this world turned me cold, bruh
I should live in tundras, I want my neck froze up
Sick of y'all wait, uh, got the antidote, what?
R.I.P. you lame ****s, reaping what you sew, what?
Reaper at your throat, what? Stitch 'em like some raw cut
Stitches like Lilo, see I had stayed alone
Then I had lost my hope, then I found something, no
It found me on its own, now when I go to shows
Man, sawed-off to the nose or land mine to the face
Choose how your mind is blown, me and Louie ****ing go, uh
Your season is over, your season is over
Your season is— uh, uh, your season is over
Got yo' jersey hung up