Pay me, pay me, pay me, pay me, plz
I can't help I'm stuck by life's situations
I can't help that life's situations got me fading, fading, fading
I've faded off to white
To an image less field I'll be here for a while
I can't help I'm stuck by life's situations
Barely get enough I can't think about no savings
Savings, savings, savings
Nigga what is that
Nigga I'am tired of talking about
Being broke, having nada, life a bitch
Typa beat, n so forth
Money not the motive no more
Still the locomotive tho
That will take me to my goals, u know
Thank God for this talent for sure
I'm knowing what I'm knowing bet I Do sum shit y'all couldn't never Fathom for sure
I been playing wit this words for soo Long at this point it's nothing at all
A penny for my thoughts as the Paradigm shifts
A quarter through my dreams chasing A dollar and a dream, still
When is it my turn
I done told God I'm ready for so long What I want, isn't much, just enough
To keep me up when I'm stuck
Like right now
Pay me, pay me, pay me, pay me, plz
I can't help I'm stuck by life's situations
I can't help that life's situations got me fading, fading, fading
I've faded off to white
As the wind blows
(Don't go outside no more)
As the wind blows
(Don't wanna go outside no more)
As the wind blows
(Don't wanna go outside no more)
As the wind blows
This mustang I have is so dope lemme Put it down like this,
The speakers usually got em going Crazy when I pull up to the function
The inside looking like a f*ckin space Ship n the outside candy Paint
On that bitch, I'm trippin man
It's a piece of shit, I'd sell it quick
If I could, the transmission gone
I'd prolly get like 100 for it n
That's way too low, I spend too much
To sell it for that cheap ma Nigga
You know, how this shit go
If it ain't one thing then it's another Just last week my breaks gave out n
I thought I was finna die, but ma nigga I survived, couple days before that
My tags expired
Still riding round the strip
Screaming from my lungs f*ck the Police, Pulled up to the scene
Picked up Danny, bag full of weed
He tryna smoke, I'm tryna smoke
We kicked some flows, hit up a club
Picked up some hoes, they tryna stay
We tryna go, next day at 4 in the
Morning had to get up I got...
Trevour Amunga - Candy Paint Lyrics
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Pay me, pay me, pay me, pay me, plz
I can't help I'm stuck by life's situations
I can't help that life's situations got me fading, fading, fading
I've faded off to white
To an image less field I'll be here for a while
I can't help I'm stuck by life's situations
Barely get enough I can't think about no savings
Savings, savings, savings
Nigga what is that
Nigga I'am tired of talking about
Being broke, having nada, life a bitch
Typa beat, n so forth
Money not the motive no more
Still the locomotive tho
That will take me to my goals, u know
Thank God for this talent for sure
I'm knowing what I'm knowing bet I Do sum shit y'all couldn't never Fathom for sure
I been playing wit this words for soo Long at this point it's nothing at all
A penny for my thoughts as the Paradigm shifts
A quarter through my dreams chasing A dollar and a dream, still
When is it my turn
I done told God I'm ready for so long What I want, isn't much, just enough
To keep me up when I'm stuck
Like right now
Pay me, pay me, pay me, pay me, plz
I can't help I'm stuck by life's situations
I can't help that life's situations got me fading, fading, fading
I've faded off to white
As the wind blows
(Don't go outside no more)
As the wind blows
(Don't wanna go outside no more)
As the wind blows
(Don't wanna go outside no more)
As the wind blows
This mustang I have is so dope lemme Put it down like this,
The speakers usually got em going Crazy when I pull up to the function
The inside looking like a f*ckin space Ship n the outside candy Paint
On that bitch, I'm trippin man
It's a piece of shit, I'd sell it quick
If I could, the transmission gone
I'd prolly get like 100 for it n
That's way too low, I spend too much
To sell it for that cheap ma Nigga
You know, how this shit go
If it ain't one thing then it's another Just last week my breaks gave out n
I thought I was finna die, but ma nigga I survived, couple days before that
My tags expired
Still riding round the strip
Screaming from my lungs f*ck the Police, Pulled up to the scene
Picked up Danny, bag full of weed
He tryna smoke, I'm tryna smoke
We kicked some flows, hit up a club
Picked up some hoes, they tryna stay
We tryna go, next day at 4 in the
Morning had to get up I got...
I can't help I'm stuck by life's situations
I can't help that life's situations got me fading, fading, fading
I've faded off to white
To an image less field I'll be here for a while
I can't help I'm stuck by life's situations
Barely get enough I can't think about no savings
Savings, savings, savings
Nigga what is that
Nigga I'am tired of talking about
Being broke, having nada, life a bitch
Typa beat, n so forth
Money not the motive no more
Still the locomotive tho
That will take me to my goals, u know
Thank God for this talent for sure
I'm knowing what I'm knowing bet I Do sum shit y'all couldn't never Fathom for sure
I been playing wit this words for soo Long at this point it's nothing at all
A penny for my thoughts as the Paradigm shifts
A quarter through my dreams chasing A dollar and a dream, still
When is it my turn
I done told God I'm ready for so long What I want, isn't much, just enough
To keep me up when I'm stuck
Like right now
Pay me, pay me, pay me, pay me, plz
I can't help I'm stuck by life's situations
I can't help that life's situations got me fading, fading, fading
I've faded off to white
As the wind blows
(Don't go outside no more)
As the wind blows
(Don't wanna go outside no more)
As the wind blows
(Don't wanna go outside no more)
As the wind blows
This mustang I have is so dope lemme Put it down like this,
The speakers usually got em going Crazy when I pull up to the function
The inside looking like a f*ckin space Ship n the outside candy Paint
On that bitch, I'm trippin man
It's a piece of shit, I'd sell it quick
If I could, the transmission gone
I'd prolly get like 100 for it n
That's way too low, I spend too much
To sell it for that cheap ma Nigga
You know, how this shit go
If it ain't one thing then it's another Just last week my breaks gave out n
I thought I was finna die, but ma nigga I survived, couple days before that
My tags expired
Still riding round the strip
Screaming from my lungs f*ck the Police, Pulled up to the scene
Picked up Danny, bag full of weed
He tryna smoke, I'm tryna smoke
We kicked some flows, hit up a club
Picked up some hoes, they tryna stay
We tryna go, next day at 4 in the
Morning had to get up I got...
Writer: Trevour Amunga
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