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letra de profits and losses - artan

i’m too young
tell me why why why why why
would i try try try try try?
i’m taking losses of all these profits

i need to feel like tyson in his prime
or neymizzy out in paris
cinderella’s on my snap
i should be headin’ to her palace
but i’m out here on the north circ n puffin on sativa
if i’m rich or broke i’ll tell you that i’m neither
i just need a bunch of numbers to go home to…
cos i been doing all these things i’m not supposed to..
an if we really were that close i woulda told u..
so all those l’z ain’t really over they’re just old news

(i’ve moved on)
an now i’m bunnin’ on some cookies whilst i’m bangin’ out some fredo
i’m watchin’ paid in full but i been paid slow
i’m in a crystal maze my life’s a game show
but how’s it gonna change tho?
the only way it will is if i make dough
so can u tell me why why why why why why
do i try try try try try try?
i’m takin losses for all these profits
that’s why i cry cry cry cry cry

an’ i really don’t feel like it’s the weather any longer
cos when the sun is up sometimes i don’t feel like i’m gettin’ stronger…
an they all say that i’m too young, but i’m too old
to be too dumb, an’ be too broke
i’m tryna keep a little smile an’ laugh my way to the bank

[ay ay}
what goes around can really come right back
i’ve always had a beef with karma an’ i try fight back but now it’s
too late to my live life like that
so if i ever count my blessings i will try give back
i need a trillion…. or just a million;
so every beat i touch i’m makin’ sure i’m k!llin’ ’em
i’m tryna write my f-ckin lyrics whilst i’m billin’ em
but every time i blaze i get a little more resilient

i need to put these raws down take a break an’ breath for a sec
i’m tryna break away from life an’ i’m in need of a cheque:
i’m on a sofa right now ‘n’ using sheets for a bed
i’m bein’ real there is no need to pretend

but now i think the reapers had enough of me
every day he’s nudgin’ me
i’s washin’ all these dirty plates an cutlery
but wanna live in luxury
should i be content with this?
what’s up with me?
i think its true this life just isn’t cut for me

but how’m i gonna end it i don’t like the way it started
i grew up with my family but in time we’ve all departed
our conversations dryin’ up
our energy’s lethargic
i wish i could go back to when this all had f-ckin started

so can you tell me why why why why why
do i try try try try try
i’m takin’ losses for all these profits
that’s why i cry cry cry cry cry

- artan

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