Real, real, real, real, real, real high (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (whoa, oh, whoa, whoa, whoa)
I put all my drugs in a designer bag (whoa)
Bad bitch in the city, got her hibernatin', yeah
Shorty want a Perc', got it under me, yeah (shorty want a Perc')
Tom Ford, skinny pants, alteration, yeah (Tom, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I woke up this mornin' and I was higher than Jesus, whoa (I was higher than Jesus)
I just took two pills, damn, with my people, whoa (I just took two pills, whoa)
Last night, that Addy had me on my feet, whoa, whoa
I just hit some shit while I was damn near sleep, whoa (oh, oh, oh)
I been stretchin' shit out like I'm on a beach, whoa (oh, oh, oh)
I'ma stretch the brick out, get it A to Z, whoa (oh, oh, oh)
Get it for the low, get it to the street (oh, oh, oh)
Pay me top dollars, I'm a sight to see (whoa, pay me top, cheese, cheese)
I told my bitch, "If I gotta be faithful, I might fall off"
I put all my BMs on paper so they won't talk
I pulled up another Bentayga, she got a cold walk
I'll talk all the shit I wanna talk for a couple million dollars
(I'll talk all the shit I wanna talk for a couple-)
I woke up this mornin' and I was higher than Jesus, whoa
I just took two pills, damn, with my people, whoa
Last night, that Addy had me on my feet, whoa
I just hit some shit while I was damn near sleep, whoa
I can't get enough of doggin' a ho out shit
F*ck her, kick her out shit, and that go for a boss bitch
My lil' niggas, them on dumb shit, walk you down shit
'Til the gun click, I don't post 'em, put 'em in no pics
TOLD MY Video (MV)
In "TOLD MY," Future effectively presents a transparent narrative of his lifestyle and the heavy burdens that accompany fame and fortune. The juxtaposition of luxury and addiction serves to underscore the complexities of living in a world where success is often shadowed by personal struggles.
The lyrics speak to a broader cultural context of hip-hop, where themes of drug use, relationships, and wealth intermingle, leaving listeners with reflections on the highs of life and the inevitable crashes that can follow.
Ultimately, the song becomes a raw exploration of the artist's life, offering insights into both the carefree indulgences and the glaring consequences that arise from them.
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FutureThe lyrics speak to a broader cultural context of hip-hop, where themes of drug use, relationships, and wealth intermingle, leaving listeners with reflections on the highs of life and the inevitable crashes that can follow.
Ultimately, the song becomes a raw exploration of the artist's life, offering insights into both the carefree indulgences and the glaring consequences that arise from them.
From Album: Mixtape Pluto
Genre(s): Hip Hop, R&B
Language: English
Length: 1:41
Written by: Nayvadius Wilburn, Dwan Avery, Lucas Depante, Paul Beauregard, Nothingto$ay
Produced by: Wheezy, DY Krazy, Wong, Nothingto$ay
Released: September 20th, 2024
Year: 2024
Future - TOLD MY Lyrics
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Real, real, real, real, real, real high (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (whoa, oh, whoa, whoa, whoa)
I put all my drugs in a designer bag (whoa)
Bad bitch in the city, got her hibernatin', yeah
Shorty want a Perc', got it under me, yeah (shorty want a Perc')
Tom Ford, skinny pants, alteration, yeah (Tom, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I woke up this mornin' and I was higher than Jesus, whoa (I was higher than Jesus)
I just took two pills, damn, with my people, whoa (I just took two pills, whoa)
Last night, that Addy had me on my feet, whoa, whoa
I just hit some shit while I was damn near sleep, whoa (oh, oh, oh)
I been stretchin' shit out like I'm on a beach, whoa (oh, oh, oh)
I'ma stretch the brick out, get it A to Z, whoa (oh, oh, oh)
Get it for the low, get it to the street (oh, oh, oh)
Pay me top dollars, I'm a sight to see (whoa, pay me top, cheese, cheese)
I told my bitch, "If I gotta be faithful, I might fall off"
I put all my BMs on paper so they won't talk
I pulled up another Bentayga, she got a cold walk
I'll talk all the shit I wanna talk for a couple million dollars
(I'll talk all the shit I wanna talk for a couple-)
I woke up this mornin' and I was higher than Jesus, whoa
I just took two pills, damn, with my people, whoa
Last night, that Addy had me on my feet, whoa
I just hit some shit while I was damn near sleep, whoa
I can't get enough of doggin' a ho out shit
F*ck her, kick her out shit, and that go for a boss bitch
My lil' niggas, them on dumb shit, walk you down shit
'Til the gun click, I don't post 'em, put 'em in no pics
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (whoa, oh, whoa, whoa, whoa)
I put all my drugs in a designer bag (whoa)
Bad bitch in the city, got her hibernatin', yeah
Shorty want a Perc', got it under me, yeah (shorty want a Perc')
Tom Ford, skinny pants, alteration, yeah (Tom, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I woke up this mornin' and I was higher than Jesus, whoa (I was higher than Jesus)
I just took two pills, damn, with my people, whoa (I just took two pills, whoa)
Last night, that Addy had me on my feet, whoa, whoa
I just hit some shit while I was damn near sleep, whoa (oh, oh, oh)
I been stretchin' shit out like I'm on a beach, whoa (oh, oh, oh)
I'ma stretch the brick out, get it A to Z, whoa (oh, oh, oh)
Get it for the low, get it to the street (oh, oh, oh)
Pay me top dollars, I'm a sight to see (whoa, pay me top, cheese, cheese)
I told my bitch, "If I gotta be faithful, I might fall off"
I put all my BMs on paper so they won't talk
I pulled up another Bentayga, she got a cold walk
I'll talk all the shit I wanna talk for a couple million dollars
(I'll talk all the shit I wanna talk for a couple-)
I woke up this mornin' and I was higher than Jesus, whoa
I just took two pills, damn, with my people, whoa
Last night, that Addy had me on my feet, whoa
I just hit some shit while I was damn near sleep, whoa
I can't get enough of doggin' a ho out shit
F*ck her, kick her out shit, and that go for a boss bitch
My lil' niggas, them on dumb shit, walk you down shit
'Til the gun click, I don't post 'em, put 'em in no pics
Writer: Nayvadius Wilburn, Dwan Avery, Lucas Depante, Paul Beauregard, Nothingto$ay
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
