It's just me and my twin
Yeah
Me and bro tryna come up
We just wanna win
F*ck the times that we f*cked up
Was all apart of the plan
Hit the mall and go ball out
All I need is a M
I feel like I'm going insane
What's wrong with my brain ?
I keep fighting depression
But it won't go away
Me and bro tryna lock in
Like we playing 2K
Tryna shoot like rocket
Tryna go outter space
Yeah
It be times where I think bout my ending
But it can't bring me down if I'm constantly winning
I been down on the ground now I'm touching the ceiling
I admit to myself that I really been tripping
Hol on wait bae just give me a minute
Maybe space and some time help our mental
Know we say it's some things that we both need to fix so let's sketch out a skit and delete all the issues
Yeah
When you gone Ian gone lie girl I miss you
Yeah
And Ion like when you cry let me fix it
Be the light to yo dark
Ima fight for my mark
You the shark in the sea youn compare to these fishes
And I promise to do for our son
Can't look like no simp or no actor
And if it's beef then I'm chopping em up
Leave his outsides looking like they backwards
Baby girl I need you
Without you wouldn't be no me
I'm fighting demons in so many ways
But I just wish that I could see
I know it was f*cked from the start but we gotta pick up the pieces
And she was like back then I'll lock up my heart so you don't reach it
And it was like back then they treat me like a lame an left me on the bleachers
And now that I'm getting these racks in I got reaching hands tryna say that they need me
But I got a plan
I can't dish out no racks to no fans
My grind to athletic to get caught in a cramp
No my life ain't been dry it's been damp
Someone pass the mic I got shit to let out
We can fight keep yo stick in the house
But just know I got guns in my route
And yes I keep funds in my mouth
Let em play den this chopper ring out
On gang
F*ck ni**ah play get em x'd out the way
For my plan Ima ruin yo day
If youn ain't my manz get the f*ck out my face
Me and bro we got no time to play
At all
Plan (feat. QuanDaKid) Video (MV)
Performed By: iiamquieseyy
Language: English
Length: 2:28
Written by: Marquies Bell, Dequantay Clemmons
iiamquieseyy - Plan (feat. QuanDaKid) Lyrics
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It's just me and my twin
Yeah
Me and bro tryna come up
We just wanna win
F*ck the times that we f*cked up
Was all apart of the plan
Hit the mall and go ball out
All I need is a M
I feel like I'm going insane
What's wrong with my brain ?
I keep fighting depression
But it won't go away
Me and bro tryna lock in
Like we playing 2K
Tryna shoot like rocket
Tryna go outter space
Yeah
It be times where I think bout my ending
But it can't bring me down if I'm constantly winning
I been down on the ground now I'm touching the ceiling
I admit to myself that I really been tripping
Hol on wait bae just give me a minute
Maybe space and some time help our mental
Know we say it's some things that we both need to fix so let's sketch out a skit and delete all the issues
Yeah
When you gone Ian gone lie girl I miss you
Yeah
And Ion like when you cry let me fix it
Be the light to yo dark
Ima fight for my mark
You the shark in the sea youn compare to these fishes
And I promise to do for our son
Can't look like no simp or no actor
And if it's beef then I'm chopping em up
Leave his outsides looking like they backwards
Baby girl I need you
Without you wouldn't be no me
I'm fighting demons in so many ways
But I just wish that I could see
I know it was f*cked from the start but we gotta pick up the pieces
And she was like back then I'll lock up my heart so you don't reach it
And it was like back then they treat me like a lame an left me on the bleachers
And now that I'm getting these racks in I got reaching hands tryna say that they need me
But I got a plan
I can't dish out no racks to no fans
My grind to athletic to get caught in a cramp
No my life ain't been dry it's been damp
Someone pass the mic I got shit to let out
We can fight keep yo stick in the house
But just know I got guns in my route
And yes I keep funds in my mouth
Let em play den this chopper ring out
On gang
F*ck ni**ah play get em x'd out the way
For my plan Ima ruin yo day
If youn ain't my manz get the f*ck out my face
Me and bro we got no time to play
At all
Yeah
Me and bro tryna come up
We just wanna win
F*ck the times that we f*cked up
Was all apart of the plan
Hit the mall and go ball out
All I need is a M
I feel like I'm going insane
What's wrong with my brain ?
I keep fighting depression
But it won't go away
Me and bro tryna lock in
Like we playing 2K
Tryna shoot like rocket
Tryna go outter space
Yeah
It be times where I think bout my ending
But it can't bring me down if I'm constantly winning
I been down on the ground now I'm touching the ceiling
I admit to myself that I really been tripping
Hol on wait bae just give me a minute
Maybe space and some time help our mental
Know we say it's some things that we both need to fix so let's sketch out a skit and delete all the issues
Yeah
When you gone Ian gone lie girl I miss you
Yeah
And Ion like when you cry let me fix it
Be the light to yo dark
Ima fight for my mark
You the shark in the sea youn compare to these fishes
And I promise to do for our son
Can't look like no simp or no actor
And if it's beef then I'm chopping em up
Leave his outsides looking like they backwards
Baby girl I need you
Without you wouldn't be no me
I'm fighting demons in so many ways
But I just wish that I could see
I know it was f*cked from the start but we gotta pick up the pieces
And she was like back then I'll lock up my heart so you don't reach it
And it was like back then they treat me like a lame an left me on the bleachers
And now that I'm getting these racks in I got reaching hands tryna say that they need me
But I got a plan
I can't dish out no racks to no fans
My grind to athletic to get caught in a cramp
No my life ain't been dry it's been damp
Someone pass the mic I got shit to let out
We can fight keep yo stick in the house
But just know I got guns in my route
And yes I keep funds in my mouth
Let em play den this chopper ring out
On gang
F*ck ni**ah play get em x'd out the way
For my plan Ima ruin yo day
If youn ain't my manz get the f*ck out my face
Me and bro we got no time to play
At all
Writer: Marquies Bell, Dequantay Clemmons
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid