Coop & Suvi - Spirited Away Lyrics

How often do you get good friends?
Or meet a decent woman with some good sense?
I been overthinking to no end, I got money to spend but I been in my head
Will I ever make it out? I been stressing living with this self doubt
This rappin' my passion, I'm overreactin'
Mistakes from the past just always have me asking
How often do you get good friends? (Oh)
I don't really wanna take that chance (No)
Now we laying here with no pants
We did it again
It's so hard to pretend
Pretend like I'm not that guy
Who f*ck with pretty women just to pass time
Girl I'm on my grind so I can't make you mine no I'm making the climb from nobody to idol
I been suicidal
There's people I've lost that I ain't make no time for
There's people I've lost that I hurt and I lied to
When I write from my mind man I'm seeing the signs too
I made plenty cry too, I've lived in denial, I know how it feel just to spin in a spiral
Until you so lost you just stuck for a while
I know it must feel like you fake every smile
So
How often do you get good friends?
Or meet a decent woman with some good sense?
I been overthinking to no end, I got money to spend but I been in my head
Will I ever make it out? (Oh) I been stressing living with this self doubt though
This rappin' my passion, I'm overreacting
Mistakes from the past just always have me asking
Beam me up Scotty
Shawty got body gave top ridin' shotty
We hot like wasabi
Robbin' your shot, mobbin' John Gotti
They not trynna sign me, quiero mas money
Slime would still front me like that shit was nothing
Bitch while you was fussin' we jus put more love in
Red that's my brother we flow off each other cuz we on another
No talking just trust it
Came up on Russett
If you know then you know I don't gotta discuss it
We jus been rushin' to bust in these functions, touch us then you gushin', my homies would love it
If you try me bitch
With my guy you bitch
Gotta go, never know how much time you get
(Uh, Yeah)
Chasin' paystubs, say I changed up
I still face blunts like it's day one
Never saved one, not a caped one
Send my moms on paid vacation
F*ck the game I play the station
Skyscraper, lay the basement
Slide later need your patience
Never cater to no fake shit
Imma slay her, like I'm Jason
Not a player, bitch I'm Naismith
This the game that I created
I designed it you just play it
Me and Red keepin' shit on lock like it's f*ckin' Shawshank
Came up from the gutters feel like mother f*ckin' Scarface
You f*cking with the beat & you listen what the bars say
You'd know that you should f*ck with us the mother f*ckin' long way
I want my respect
I put my codes into SoundCloud & told em to cut me a check
Bitch we up next
Probably best you invest in protectin' ya muh f*ckin' neck
Run with the set
Only incentive is layin' these bummy ass rappers to rest
Homie don't stress, pedal I press, man I'm too blessed to be feeling depressed
Best