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Samm Lucas - Coma Lyrics



Samm Lucas - Coma Lyrics




I hate all this fake shit
Always flexing for the gram
Don't speak in person don't shake my hand
Don't need no hoes don't need new friends
Just need my mary just need my fam
Don't clean no f*cking mess cause the stains is who I am
Mr I don't know who I am
Yeah she going f*ck for that bag
Yeah she going cap for the gram

Anything for the fame
I Just wanna roll my flowers
Which I had superpowers
Niggas acting they been on the same shit
But it's really so they can get fame quick
Shit disgusting why you sound like such and such
Personas like a f*cking crutch
The weed is so f*cking clutch
Blue faces make you faceless
Ice to blind all these bitches
That's not your flow that shit got stitches
That's not your bro
Them not your bitches
She just here for your sentence
So I clear my f*cking heart and tint my muthaf*ckin kitchen
They only see your dirty dishes
Twitter fingers get to itching
Money in the plan but a nigga need a pension
Quit your muthf*cking bitchin
Get off your ass invest why you tripping
They won't listen if shit ain't ignorant
I like that rollie but ain't got time for that
I'm just tryina pay momma back
Work going be the death me
Living a lie ... yeah shit is like dead to me
How you a fake street nigga
Face tats is this detention
They act like high school
Looking for mentions
Shit so different when u older
Weed my f*cking odor
I stand shit when sober
I like it better when you lie
Bet you like it when I lie yeah

Why lie I can't feel nobody
Tell myself I don't need nobody
Fill me up I can't feel nobody
Baby yeah she wanna feel somebody
Without you I wouldn't be nobody
Without that you wouldn't be nobody
Who am I ....yeah I ain't nobody
Why lie I can't feel nobody
Who am I ....yeah I ain't nobody yeah yeah
I can't feel nobody yeah yeah
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I hate all this fake shit
Always flexing for the gram
Don't speak in person don't shake my hand
Don't need no hoes don't need new friends
Just need my mary just need my fam
Don't clean no f*cking mess cause the stains is who I am
Mr I don't know who I am
Yeah she going f*ck for that bag
Yeah she going cap for the gram

Anything for the fame
I Just wanna roll my flowers
Which I had superpowers
Niggas acting they been on the same shit
But it's really so they can get fame quick
Shit disgusting why you sound like such and such
Personas like a f*cking crutch
The weed is so f*cking clutch
Blue faces make you faceless
Ice to blind all these bitches
That's not your flow that shit got stitches
That's not your bro
Them not your bitches
She just here for your sentence
So I clear my f*cking heart and tint my muthaf*ckin kitchen
They only see your dirty dishes
Twitter fingers get to itching
Money in the plan but a nigga need a pension
Quit your muthf*cking bitchin
Get off your ass invest why you tripping
They won't listen if shit ain't ignorant
I like that rollie but ain't got time for that
I'm just tryina pay momma back
Work going be the death me
Living a lie ... yeah shit is like dead to me
How you a fake street nigga
Face tats is this detention
They act like high school
Looking for mentions
Shit so different when u older
Weed my f*cking odor
I stand shit when sober
I like it better when you lie
Bet you like it when I lie yeah

Why lie I can't feel nobody
Tell myself I don't need nobody
Fill me up I can't feel nobody
Baby yeah she wanna feel somebody
Without you I wouldn't be nobody
Without that you wouldn't be nobody
Who am I ....yeah I ain't nobody
Why lie I can't feel nobody
Who am I ....yeah I ain't nobody yeah yeah
I can't feel nobody yeah yeah
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Writer: Lamonte Lucas
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Performed By: Samm Lucas
Language: English
Length: 2:55
Written by: Lamonte Lucas

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