a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de thinkin' fast - papertoy

[intro]
thinkin’ fast slowly
yeah i’m drinkin’ too much
thinkin’ fast slowly
yeah i’m smoking too much
thinking fast slowly
mum thinks i’ve run out of luck
i hope she knows i just do me for us

[verse 1]
i don’t envy no man its funny that you envy me like
see i just do the grind you ain’t see me on mtv like
ain’t no lyric that he like
i’m hear i never decline
that sh-t will never be mine
i’m here that’s every time
i’m warming up i’m warning you
you catch a cold that’s all on you
i might just make an awkward move
you could catch a corner too
see i just borrowed that
see i take pride and i swallow dat
i don’t care about no social media
i don’t care if you don’t follow back
cause them boys don’t play fair
hold my corner you stay there
they’re some babies and they’re baby girls man they need day care
them boys they don’t share fair
see i ain’t got no shares there
they just talk that rare tear
so i reply like yeah yeah

[chorus]
thinkin’ fast slowly
yeah, i’m drinkin’ too much
thinkin’ fast slowly
yeah, i’m smoking too much
thinking fast slowly
mum thinks i’ve run out of luck
i hope she knows i just do me for us
yeah, i’m out in freedom
but i’m stuck in these cuffs
yeah different seasons goal keepin’ yeah i got gloves
i mean my hitta’s got gloves
yeah we’re running and stuff
yeah we’re running from mmmmm
it’s not what it sounds

[verse 2]
i do me, me, me, me
i put in work while you z-z-z-z
i mad love and say we we we we
i gotta laugh ha-ha to the he-he
fettuccine chasing better leave me
focus i got a drive like a t-t
hi mum i’m in the booth right now not on tv
tryin’ get a db9
aston martin we lied like a black man laughin’
it’s the evolution no darwin
man got a jam them man are jarring
mummy mummy mummy no more starving
i’m workin’, tryin’ get the home, home, home, home, home

[chorus]
thinkin’ fast slowly
yeah i’m drinkin’ too much
thinkin’ fast slowly
yeah, i’m smoking too much
thinking fast slowly
mum thinks i’ve run out of luck
i hope she knows i just do me for us
yeah’ i’m out in freedom
but i’m stuck in these cuffs
yeah different seasons goal keepin’ yeah i got gloves
i mean my hitta’s got gloves
yeah we’re running and stuff
yeah we’re running from mmmmm
it’s not what it sounds

- papertoy

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS