Just in, opportunity doors kicked in
You gotta read between the black and white, bitch win
A rumor circulated that I stopped breathing, bitch when
My blood flow without the overdose of counterfeit pills, let me switch sins
I'm addicted to the feeling from the hope I seen
God knows my algorithm, prayers spark my dopamine
Layers got me starting over, building from the ground up
My foundation f*cked cause I mixed lust, love, hate and trust
Attitude, disgust, procrastination, I'll get to it later
If I left without responding, probably did you a favor
Hush and let me cook, you giving tips but don't come through for waiters
Happy for people I don't know, so that makes you the hater
Silly me, how can I forget you
You couldn't stop my shine if I let you
I still got weight I ain't lifted, how could I sweat you
And you ain't got it on you or in you, why would I bet you
Time is of the essence, so don't jet on my black enterprise
If it ain't directly from the source, then I can't do the vibe
Waiting your whole life for a moment, just to come through and lie
That's like calling 911 to help you, man that's suicide
You out here judging, everybody on this earth
Selling products that don't work, twerk and quote a bible verse
Out here paper chasing, starting beef and can't afford a hearse
Waiting on the second coming, mad cause you ain't do it first
That's the worst
Here we go, you know I'm a problem
What the f*ck you asking Siri for
Counting pockets, ain't put in no work
How you expect a profit? No accountability
That's an indirect deposit
Don't give me advice if you ain't right with the most high above
If I want insight, I would invite yo mama to the club
Stop it, let's have a heart to heart without a diagnostic
Your playlist is trash, I'd rather listen to Mr. Boombastic
It's always something when you focused on the bigger picture
It ain't nothing when you broke and everybody with you
When you lit, they gon' say they helped you with the fixtures
Chill bro, you ain't got no opps, nobody out to get you
Curtis Rice - Blame It On The Algorithm Lyrics
Curtis Rice - Blame It On The Algorithm Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Just in, opportunity doors kicked in
You gotta read between the black and white, bitch win
A rumor circulated that I stopped breathing, bitch when
My blood flow without the overdose of counterfeit pills, let me switch sins
I'm addicted to the feeling from the hope I seen
God knows my algorithm, prayers spark my dopamine
Layers got me starting over, building from the ground up
My foundation f*cked cause I mixed lust, love, hate and trust
Attitude, disgust, procrastination, I'll get to it later
If I left without responding, probably did you a favor
Hush and let me cook, you giving tips but don't come through for waiters
Happy for people I don't know, so that makes you the hater
Silly me, how can I forget you
You couldn't stop my shine if I let you
I still got weight I ain't lifted, how could I sweat you
And you ain't got it on you or in you, why would I bet you
Time is of the essence, so don't jet on my black enterprise
If it ain't directly from the source, then I can't do the vibe
Waiting your whole life for a moment, just to come through and lie
That's like calling 911 to help you, man that's suicide
You out here judging, everybody on this earth
Selling products that don't work, twerk and quote a bible verse
Out here paper chasing, starting beef and can't afford a hearse
Waiting on the second coming, mad cause you ain't do it first
That's the worst
Here we go, you know I'm a problem
What the f*ck you asking Siri for
Counting pockets, ain't put in no work
How you expect a profit? No accountability
That's an indirect deposit
Don't give me advice if you ain't right with the most high above
If I want insight, I would invite yo mama to the club
Stop it, let's have a heart to heart without a diagnostic
Your playlist is trash, I'd rather listen to Mr. Boombastic
It's always something when you focused on the bigger picture
It ain't nothing when you broke and everybody with you
When you lit, they gon' say they helped you with the fixtures
Chill bro, you ain't got no opps, nobody out to get you
You gotta read between the black and white, bitch win
A rumor circulated that I stopped breathing, bitch when
My blood flow without the overdose of counterfeit pills, let me switch sins
I'm addicted to the feeling from the hope I seen
God knows my algorithm, prayers spark my dopamine
Layers got me starting over, building from the ground up
My foundation f*cked cause I mixed lust, love, hate and trust
Attitude, disgust, procrastination, I'll get to it later
If I left without responding, probably did you a favor
Hush and let me cook, you giving tips but don't come through for waiters
Happy for people I don't know, so that makes you the hater
Silly me, how can I forget you
You couldn't stop my shine if I let you
I still got weight I ain't lifted, how could I sweat you
And you ain't got it on you or in you, why would I bet you
Time is of the essence, so don't jet on my black enterprise
If it ain't directly from the source, then I can't do the vibe
Waiting your whole life for a moment, just to come through and lie
That's like calling 911 to help you, man that's suicide
You out here judging, everybody on this earth
Selling products that don't work, twerk and quote a bible verse
Out here paper chasing, starting beef and can't afford a hearse
Waiting on the second coming, mad cause you ain't do it first
That's the worst
Here we go, you know I'm a problem
What the f*ck you asking Siri for
Counting pockets, ain't put in no work
How you expect a profit? No accountability
That's an indirect deposit
Don't give me advice if you ain't right with the most high above
If I want insight, I would invite yo mama to the club
Stop it, let's have a heart to heart without a diagnostic
Your playlist is trash, I'd rather listen to Mr. Boombastic
It's always something when you focused on the bigger picture
It ain't nothing when you broke and everybody with you
When you lit, they gon' say they helped you with the fixtures
Chill bro, you ain't got no opps, nobody out to get you
Writer: Curtis Rice
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid