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Faint Impulse - COMET Lyrics



Faint Impulse - COMET Lyrics




Lost my mind over things i cant change
Now I'm more focused on time and space
Put up a distance, did it with taste
Like I'm overweight, bitch outta space
Walk in that bitch looking dummy (holup)
Checking my shoulder, no messi
They fed your ego, say what you want hear
You eating it up like a plan b

(Yeeeah)
I'm spendin I'm spendin I'm spendin
How did i end here, it's on me
They got in my head, but only a minute
My brodie done said, keep my mind on they digits
Gave a f*ck about changes,
Still no resentment
I told her lets get to the money together
How you tryna f*ck on a bed made of cash
I'm tryna see, all my homies advancin

(shitt)
I'm tryna settle my time
I'm tryna handle my mind
I'm tryna take all that bullshit you said
And give back a quarter a dime yah
Wish we could turn back the time
Nah, gotta let go f*ck that cryin shit
She my partner and the crime

Holup,
Asking me all typa questions
Bentley mulsanne or a phantom?
But I'm not a car kinda person
Shit don't make sense, act like i got a problem
You paying that shit on instalments
Don't act like you got it on lock (lock, lock, lock)
Your shit was gifted, my shit was bought
You working like 3 shifts, your bitch is a job

(Ooo ooo oooh)
Don't tell em what it cost
I did this for myself
(I told you what i know)
Pass it to my bro
He told me i was chose

Lost my mind over things i cant change (eeee)
Now I'm more focused on time and space
Put up a distance, did it with taste
Like I'm overweight, bitch outta space
Walk in that bitch looking dummy (dummyyy)
Checking my shoulder, no messi
They fed your ego, say what you want hear (gyeah boo-boo-boom)
You eating it up like a plan B

(Yeeeah)
I'm spendin I'm spendin I'm spendin
How did i end here, it's on me
They got in my head, but only a minute
My brodie done said, keep my mind on the digits
Gave a f*ck about changes,
Still no resentment
I told her lets get to the money together
How you tryna f*ck on a bed made of cash

Still tryna find my peace, and the cartier
Finding my shine, it come with the matt
Most of my sins, all my regrets
Took off my chains, and you know the rest
Smoke overseas, ain't talkin a pack
Smoke on your bitch, we really connect (damn)
Speaking of numbers, you just a stat
Took out your bitch my bitch, her spine and her back
(yah shyeeah yah yah)

I'm tryna settle my time
I'm tryna handle my mind
I'm tryna take all that bullshit you said
And give back a quarter a dime yah
Wish we could turn back the time
Nah, gotta let go f*ck that cryin shit
She my partner and the crime

(She my partner and the dime)
(Gave it up for the ride)
(Shit don't make sense, act like i got a problem)
(You paying that shit on instalments, don't act like you got it on lock)
(Your shit was gifted, my shit was bought)
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English

Lost my mind over things i cant change
Now I'm more focused on time and space
Put up a distance, did it with taste
Like I'm overweight, bitch outta space
Walk in that bitch looking dummy (holup)
Checking my shoulder, no messi
They fed your ego, say what you want hear
You eating it up like a plan b

(Yeeeah)
I'm spendin I'm spendin I'm spendin
How did i end here, it's on me
They got in my head, but only a minute
My brodie done said, keep my mind on they digits
Gave a f*ck about changes,
Still no resentment
I told her lets get to the money together
How you tryna f*ck on a bed made of cash
I'm tryna see, all my homies advancin

(shitt)
I'm tryna settle my time
I'm tryna handle my mind
I'm tryna take all that bullshit you said
And give back a quarter a dime yah
Wish we could turn back the time
Nah, gotta let go f*ck that cryin shit
She my partner and the crime

Holup,
Asking me all typa questions
Bentley mulsanne or a phantom?
But I'm not a car kinda person
Shit don't make sense, act like i got a problem
You paying that shit on instalments
Don't act like you got it on lock (lock, lock, lock)
Your shit was gifted, my shit was bought
You working like 3 shifts, your bitch is a job

(Ooo ooo oooh)
Don't tell em what it cost
I did this for myself
(I told you what i know)
Pass it to my bro
He told me i was chose

Lost my mind over things i cant change (eeee)
Now I'm more focused on time and space
Put up a distance, did it with taste
Like I'm overweight, bitch outta space
Walk in that bitch looking dummy (dummyyy)
Checking my shoulder, no messi
They fed your ego, say what you want hear (gyeah boo-boo-boom)
You eating it up like a plan B

(Yeeeah)
I'm spendin I'm spendin I'm spendin
How did i end here, it's on me
They got in my head, but only a minute
My brodie done said, keep my mind on the digits
Gave a f*ck about changes,
Still no resentment
I told her lets get to the money together
How you tryna f*ck on a bed made of cash

Still tryna find my peace, and the cartier
Finding my shine, it come with the matt
Most of my sins, all my regrets
Took off my chains, and you know the rest
Smoke overseas, ain't talkin a pack
Smoke on your bitch, we really connect (damn)
Speaking of numbers, you just a stat
Took out your bitch my bitch, her spine and her back
(yah shyeeah yah yah)

I'm tryna settle my time
I'm tryna handle my mind
I'm tryna take all that bullshit you said
And give back a quarter a dime yah
Wish we could turn back the time
Nah, gotta let go f*ck that cryin shit
She my partner and the crime

(She my partner and the dime)
(Gave it up for the ride)
(Shit don't make sense, act like i got a problem)
(You paying that shit on instalments, don't act like you got it on lock)
(Your shit was gifted, my shit was bought)
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Writer: Timothy Du
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Performed By: Faint Impulse
Language: English
Length: 2:45
Written by: Timothy Du
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