Lyrics Jewellery Store - 4LYN

Jewellery Store

Me and the pack, up in the club
43 liqour and milk in the cup
Twenty deep, clubowner thinks «What the Fuck?»
Fickin' off ashes on the brandnew rug
Man makes the money, money never makes the man
Surely, oh Shorty, you got 2 understand!
She see’s something that is really not there
I try to complain but she doesn’t even care!
I try to explain but she doesn’t even hear!
Wjy don’t you find another blow hard up in here?
So many bulldogs crashed up in here
Tried everything but she won’t disappear
Stuck to my back like steel on a magnet
She know she wrong, but she can’t knock the habit
I’m not an treasure and you’re not a bandit…
There ain’t no opportunity so you can’t grab it!
Hey sister, I can’t complain this to you
But I ain’t the one that you are looking for!
Hey sister, I just can’s blame it on you
But I’m not an open door to the jewellery store!
Now, who the hell does he thik he is?
He gaspin' for air with his eyes on my shit
Obviously, he is alergic to swagger
Runnin' his mouth like a young Mick Jagger
Runnin' around, makin' everybody nervous
Hide and observe like he the Secret Service
Honestly, what is the prblem with you, dude?
One second I’m here & the next on YouTube?
I’m not responsible for your misery
plus I never will be, check my history!
Everybody in this motherfucker celebratin'
You’re the only motherfucker up in here, hatin'
Wherever I’m going I’m myself
I do my dirty work by myself
Everything I write, I tried myself…
Andy everythin' you do is a cry for help!
Hey Mister, I can’t complain this to you
But I ain’t the one that you are looking for!
Hey Mister, I just can blame it on you
But I’m not an open door to the jewellery store!