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GET TO A BAG Video (MV)




Performed By: Carl Armada
Language: English
Length: 2:14
Written by: Carl Arriola




Carl Armada - GET TO A BAG Lyrics




Caught in a storm I be wake til the morning
Acid tablet got me zoning
Joints be jelly and my mind it be open
Looking for closure don't be wanna be alone yet
People toxic so I'm here on lonely
I got my family and all of my homies
If that don't work ingot drugs to console me
F*ck it let's get to the money

Hop out you feelings and get to bag
Work through that trauma and get to the racks
Popped me a bar just to get me relaxed
I can't have me no feelings
I can't get attached

In the rain
Ice cold in my veins
F*cked around and fell in love
That shit was a mistake

I need some racks
F*ck all the capitalism no cap
Yeah but my mama need mo in the bank
I got some debts to be paid to my fam
Break it off break it off yeah ti my friends
Bread only good if you pass it around
Rolling them chicken bones hope it hit seven
I know when I die I'll be going to hell
So f*ck it all yeah
Let's tryna ball
I live in a world with no morals
So f*ck it let's go get involved
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Caught in a storm I be wake til the morning
Acid tablet got me zoning
Joints be jelly and my mind it be open
Looking for closure don't be wanna be alone yet
People toxic so I'm here on lonely
I got my family and all of my homies
If that don't work ingot drugs to console me
F*ck it let's get to the money

Hop out you feelings and get to bag
Work through that trauma and get to the racks
Popped me a bar just to get me relaxed
I can't have me no feelings
I can't get attached

In the rain
Ice cold in my veins
F*cked around and fell in love
That shit was a mistake

I need some racks
F*ck all the capitalism no cap
Yeah but my mama need mo in the bank
I got some debts to be paid to my fam
Break it off break it off yeah ti my friends
Bread only good if you pass it around
Rolling them chicken bones hope it hit seven
I know when I die I'll be going to hell
So f*ck it all yeah
Let's tryna ball
I live in a world with no morals
So f*ck it let's go get involved
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Writer: Carl Arriola
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