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letra de knees weak / head heavy - babyface from the south

[pre-verse]
i’m bout to f-cking k!ll this sh-t, yuh
i’m bout to flip a f-cking brick, yuh
talk sh-t get hit, yuh
i’m bout to put you on a f-cking stick, yuh
shoot you in your face you not gone be here anymore
you come around me i’m about to put a hole in your f-cking faith
i’m an overrated piece of sh-t and i’m ok with it
i’d rather lay with b-tches in my riches
is it just me or am i different?

[chorus]
am i different? (i don’t know)
(am i? am i different?)
i don’t f-cking know
“well actually i kind of do” (what?)
but that’s not for the world to know

[verse]
never was i one to get a ton of b-tches
tons of riches in my future
shoot your shot but just don’t use the glock
i’m discombobulated
populating earth with minds of dirt
i’m hurting
b-tch i’m skirting, turning words into a verse they never heard

i double up with no clout
no doubt
the water spout is dripping just like me
the quarter pound of cookies 4 the 50
fortifications making me want to vacation in another biddies imagination i hate all this constant hating
you’re blaming me for something that i cannot help
i belt the h-ll out of my vocal sh-ll don’t tell me that i’m singing to loud
you hearing the crowd
i hope you know they not clapping for you, they clapping for me and that’s why they say “wow”
got a couple of things and i wanna get em off my chest
“just put it to rest already!”
never gonna get to get with the chest
she young and probs not ready
caught a deadly glance from the one that i just cannot understand why she’s so bad, its so bad i know that
i’m walking through the lunchroom and i catch your eyes
i’m so high
i might find a reason to say “f-ck it” and buck up
it might take me a minute, cause i’m a piece of sh-t when it comes to talking to the women
i’m living in my head
the bed is empty come and fill it
come and get with it i’m feeling the vision
i’m feeling the rhythm of the beat so come on a get it
all my fans are children
i’ll advance if i fulfill the mission of making a living
i live for the adoring opinions

[chorus]
am i different? (i don’t know)
(am i? am i different?)
i don’t f-cking know
my head is spinning and i just don’t know why

- babyface from the south

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