Gotta get on up and get my, get my shit together
I gotta make this work
We only got so many minutes
We only got so many hours
And I'm trying to spend my last second with you, know what that mean?
No more late-night phone call, talking on the phone
In the night, to your right side, lyin' next to you
Set beside me, you whisper lightly, "I'm never leaving you"
Words that concern me, 'cause humans never tell the truth
Drugs in my backpack, this beat it give me flashbacks
Weapon on my waistline, run it like a halfback
So much ice they call me hat-trick, the blade it do a backflip
Penthouse skeleton, addicted to living lavish
Dope to the neck, skull on my chest
Bitches ask for BONES, so these bitches there for SESH
Dope to the neck, skull on my chest
Bitches ask for BONES, so these bitches there for SESH
What?
If it was never about the money, then why you switch your tone?
If it was never about forgiveness, I'm trying to right your wrongs
I put 'em on mute, like the TV when I'm trying to sleep
It's funny the DeadBoy's the one these bitches dying to meet (Yeah, yeah)
Sitting back and looking at my life I feel astonished
I can believe I did it, but I can't believe I got it
My necklace like a comet
I take Weezy over Common
Every day in any way, you gotta take it if you want it
Bitch you're getting on my last nerve, bye bye bye
Pressing me on purpose, tell me why, why, why?
Trying to hold onto something all my life, life, life
This ain't no movie, so there's no happy ending (Look)
Drugs in my backpack, this beat it give me flashbacks
Weapon on my waistline, run it like a halfback
So much ice they call me hat-trick, the blade it do a backflip
Penthouse skeleton, addicted to living lavish
Dope to the neck, skull on my chest
Bitches ask for BONES, so these bitches there for SESH
Dope to the neck, skull on my chest
Bitches ask for BONES, so these bitches there for SESH
What
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Gotta get on up and get my, get my shit together
I gotta make this work
We only got so many minutes
We only got so many hours
And I'm trying to spend my last second with you, know what that mean?
No more late-night phone call, talking on the phone
In the night, to your right side, lyin' next to you
Set beside me, you whisper lightly, "I'm never leaving you"
Words that concern me, 'cause humans never tell the truth
Drugs in my backpack, this beat it give me flashbacks
Weapon on my waistline, run it like a halfback
So much ice they call me hat-trick, the blade it do a backflip
Penthouse skeleton, addicted to living lavish
Dope to the neck, skull on my chest
Bitches ask for BONES, so these bitches there for SESH
Dope to the neck, skull on my chest
Bitches ask for BONES, so these bitches there for SESH
What?
If it was never about the money, then why you switch your tone?
If it was never about forgiveness, I'm trying to right your wrongs
I put 'em on mute, like the TV when I'm trying to sleep
It's funny the DeadBoy's the one these bitches dying to meet (Yeah, yeah)
Sitting back and looking at my life I feel astonished
I can believe I did it, but I can't believe I got it
My necklace like a comet
I take Weezy over Common
Every day in any way, you gotta take it if you want it
Bitch you're getting on my last nerve, bye bye bye
Pressing me on purpose, tell me why, why, why?
Trying to hold onto something all my life, life, life
This ain't no movie, so there's no happy ending (Look)
Drugs in my backpack, this beat it give me flashbacks
Weapon on my waistline, run it like a halfback
So much ice they call me hat-trick, the blade it do a backflip
Penthouse skeleton, addicted to living lavish
Dope to the neck, skull on my chest
Bitches ask for BONES, so these bitches there for SESH
Dope to the neck, skull on my chest
Bitches ask for BONES, so these bitches there for SESH
What
I gotta make this work
We only got so many minutes
We only got so many hours
And I'm trying to spend my last second with you, know what that mean?
No more late-night phone call, talking on the phone
In the night, to your right side, lyin' next to you
Set beside me, you whisper lightly, "I'm never leaving you"
Words that concern me, 'cause humans never tell the truth
Drugs in my backpack, this beat it give me flashbacks
Weapon on my waistline, run it like a halfback
So much ice they call me hat-trick, the blade it do a backflip
Penthouse skeleton, addicted to living lavish
Dope to the neck, skull on my chest
Bitches ask for BONES, so these bitches there for SESH
Dope to the neck, skull on my chest
Bitches ask for BONES, so these bitches there for SESH
What?
If it was never about the money, then why you switch your tone?
If it was never about forgiveness, I'm trying to right your wrongs
I put 'em on mute, like the TV when I'm trying to sleep
It's funny the DeadBoy's the one these bitches dying to meet (Yeah, yeah)
Sitting back and looking at my life I feel astonished
I can believe I did it, but I can't believe I got it
My necklace like a comet
I take Weezy over Common
Every day in any way, you gotta take it if you want it
Bitch you're getting on my last nerve, bye bye bye
Pressing me on purpose, tell me why, why, why?
Trying to hold onto something all my life, life, life
This ain't no movie, so there's no happy ending (Look)
Drugs in my backpack, this beat it give me flashbacks
Weapon on my waistline, run it like a halfback
So much ice they call me hat-trick, the blade it do a backflip
Penthouse skeleton, addicted to living lavish
Dope to the neck, skull on my chest
Bitches ask for BONES, so these bitches there for SESH
Dope to the neck, skull on my chest
Bitches ask for BONES, so these bitches there for SESH
What
Writer: Elmo O'Connor
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING