Things, these days
Really starting to bore me
So let me, get my
Green and crack the 40
All that fake, shit
Is just not for me
You a fake, bitch (Chee)
Save your story
I learned a couple things from this education
So I feel complacent
Open up some space like a basement
Smoking on that green and stay medicated
Pull up for the shot but I hesitated
Then I levitated, then I made it
You should stay on the bottom where you're designated
My game has a kick like it's deeply marinated
Smiling big, making music when I hear your parents hate it
Like you have a lot to say but like money you should save it
I just rinsed the filth from the clothes in the washer
English class paying off, yeah I'm getting good with commas
Couple dollars in my face like Prada
Not an actor so I don't f*ck with drama
Rap until I die, put it on my mama
I'm a ticking time bomb, save a generation from a crisis
At the same time the 808s like the bombs that leave you lifeless
Imma keep on working like it's just another night shift
Despite its, Dark Skies, spark the match and ignite it
This the night the dark knight come to fight in, I'm jumping right in
Back up from the spy cam, who's man? (Who)
All this mess caused from a boozecan
Go back to basics like a boot camp, you intruding
And you barely been keeping prudence
Things, these days
Really starting to bore me
So let me, get my
Green and crack the 40
All that fake, shit
Is just not for me
You a fake, bitch (Bitch!)
Save your story
Kinda tired of it
Lotta fire writer
Lighter fluid in a shot glass, bottoms higher (Drink)
Lava flow in the 'cano
Passing through em like it's Drano
Boy I'm holy like a bagel
Bring the bread up to the table, word
Waiter with the serve (Yeah)
Heard a single verse, now the Serb is giving curves (Yeah)
It's okay, you get burned then you live and learn
You would think I'm hearing scratches how the tables turn
Whoa, whoa, cold flow in your face no GoPro
Base lower than a f*cking low blow (Low blow)
Going OT yeah I'm banging CoCo (Coco)
Show gold, hold rose, wanna go home? (Yeah)
No cap like a fresh cut (Cut)
Tumbek hit the beat like a headbutt
D Pax hit the sneeze now he blessed up (Achoo)
You already know that I am the best out, yeah
Things, these days
Really starting to bore me
So let me, get my
Green and crack the 40
All that fake, shit
Is just not for me
You a fake, bitch (Chee)
Save your story
TumbekTrain - These Days (feat. BeePax) Lyrics
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Things, these days
Really starting to bore me
So let me, get my
Green and crack the 40
All that fake, shit
Is just not for me
You a fake, bitch (Chee)
Save your story
I learned a couple things from this education
So I feel complacent
Open up some space like a basement
Smoking on that green and stay medicated
Pull up for the shot but I hesitated
Then I levitated, then I made it
You should stay on the bottom where you're designated
My game has a kick like it's deeply marinated
Smiling big, making music when I hear your parents hate it
Like you have a lot to say but like money you should save it
I just rinsed the filth from the clothes in the washer
English class paying off, yeah I'm getting good with commas
Couple dollars in my face like Prada
Not an actor so I don't f*ck with drama
Rap until I die, put it on my mama
I'm a ticking time bomb, save a generation from a crisis
At the same time the 808s like the bombs that leave you lifeless
Imma keep on working like it's just another night shift
Despite its, Dark Skies, spark the match and ignite it
This the night the dark knight come to fight in, I'm jumping right in
Back up from the spy cam, who's man? (Who)
All this mess caused from a boozecan
Go back to basics like a boot camp, you intruding
And you barely been keeping prudence
Things, these days
Really starting to bore me
So let me, get my
Green and crack the 40
All that fake, shit
Is just not for me
You a fake, bitch (Bitch!)
Save your story
Kinda tired of it
Lotta fire writer
Lighter fluid in a shot glass, bottoms higher (Drink)
Lava flow in the 'cano
Passing through em like it's Drano
Boy I'm holy like a bagel
Bring the bread up to the table, word
Waiter with the serve (Yeah)
Heard a single verse, now the Serb is giving curves (Yeah)
It's okay, you get burned then you live and learn
You would think I'm hearing scratches how the tables turn
Whoa, whoa, cold flow in your face no GoPro
Base lower than a f*cking low blow (Low blow)
Going OT yeah I'm banging CoCo (Coco)
Show gold, hold rose, wanna go home? (Yeah)
No cap like a fresh cut (Cut)
Tumbek hit the beat like a headbutt
D Pax hit the sneeze now he blessed up (Achoo)
You already know that I am the best out, yeah
Things, these days
Really starting to bore me
So let me, get my
Green and crack the 40
All that fake, shit
Is just not for me
You a fake, bitch (Chee)
Save your story
Really starting to bore me
So let me, get my
Green and crack the 40
All that fake, shit
Is just not for me
You a fake, bitch (Chee)
Save your story
I learned a couple things from this education
So I feel complacent
Open up some space like a basement
Smoking on that green and stay medicated
Pull up for the shot but I hesitated
Then I levitated, then I made it
You should stay on the bottom where you're designated
My game has a kick like it's deeply marinated
Smiling big, making music when I hear your parents hate it
Like you have a lot to say but like money you should save it
I just rinsed the filth from the clothes in the washer
English class paying off, yeah I'm getting good with commas
Couple dollars in my face like Prada
Not an actor so I don't f*ck with drama
Rap until I die, put it on my mama
I'm a ticking time bomb, save a generation from a crisis
At the same time the 808s like the bombs that leave you lifeless
Imma keep on working like it's just another night shift
Despite its, Dark Skies, spark the match and ignite it
This the night the dark knight come to fight in, I'm jumping right in
Back up from the spy cam, who's man? (Who)
All this mess caused from a boozecan
Go back to basics like a boot camp, you intruding
And you barely been keeping prudence
Things, these days
Really starting to bore me
So let me, get my
Green and crack the 40
All that fake, shit
Is just not for me
You a fake, bitch (Bitch!)
Save your story
Kinda tired of it
Lotta fire writer
Lighter fluid in a shot glass, bottoms higher (Drink)
Lava flow in the 'cano
Passing through em like it's Drano
Boy I'm holy like a bagel
Bring the bread up to the table, word
Waiter with the serve (Yeah)
Heard a single verse, now the Serb is giving curves (Yeah)
It's okay, you get burned then you live and learn
You would think I'm hearing scratches how the tables turn
Whoa, whoa, cold flow in your face no GoPro
Base lower than a f*cking low blow (Low blow)
Going OT yeah I'm banging CoCo (Coco)
Show gold, hold rose, wanna go home? (Yeah)
No cap like a fresh cut (Cut)
Tumbek hit the beat like a headbutt
D Pax hit the sneeze now he blessed up (Achoo)
You already know that I am the best out, yeah
Things, these days
Really starting to bore me
So let me, get my
Green and crack the 40
All that fake, shit
Is just not for me
You a fake, bitch (Chee)
Save your story
Writer: Dylan Tremblay, Nick Bee
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid