Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Worries , by - 6obby. Song from the album Corrupt., in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 11.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Repost Network
Song language: English
Worries |
| I just spent five-hunnid on a Fendi, ayy |
| I’m on my way up, you know that I’m trendin', ayy |
| You don’t know 'bout all this guap I’m spendin', ayy |
| I make real stacks but all y’all just pretendin', ayy |
| I stay up late, you know I’m thinkin' 'bout this shit |
| I’m movin' up and you know that I rock this bitch |
| Ralph Lauren my Polo, just the tip of it |
| Spendin' money, I still can’t find happiness |
| Don’t know anymore, life’s a metaphor, hit the floor |
| I can’t handle more, stop me now before I break the door |
| I stay up all night, party, I just might catch a flight |
| You don’t really know, I’m not scared to die, nah |
| Feel like giving up, raise this fuckin' cup, drink it up |
| You know I’m fed up, always chasin' love, don’t give a fuck |
| You know how I flex on a shawty, right? |
| Want a goth girl sippin' syrup in the moonlight, yeah |
| And I told that bitch, «I'm done with' ya |
| After all those lies and worries, I’m just done with' ya» |
| Drinking all my worries away in the double cup |
| I been steady flexin', had to get my bands up |
| Yeah, I’m smokin' green, drinkin' on this lean, I’m chasin' dreams |
| In that vintage Polo Ralph, just looking so clean |
| See me chasin' paper and I do it with my fuckin' team |
| People keep on talkin' but it really don’t mean shit to me |
| Thinkin' 'bout my life, I been on my grind all this time |
| I been flexin', yeah, but sometimes I just wanna die |
| Asking what is wrong, and most times I just can’t reply |
| I just can’t reply, smokin' blunts until my brain is fried |
| I just don’t know why you look me in the eyes and then you lie |
| I’m just fuckin' done in my mind, I’m still on the run |
| Fuck it, we just livin' for the moment so just live it up |
| See me in the black and you know I’m sippin' two cups |
| Dead with no heart, yeah, I’m dead with no soul |
| I’m so fuckin' lost and I don’t even know where to go |
| I been steady getting guap and I do it on the low |
| Rollin' up a Backwood and I roll that shit slow |
| Watch me spark this fucking ganja, grab a lighter, watch it glow |
| I been gettin' guap, designer from the head to the toe |
| All of you pretendin' but yeah, I got hella dough |
| Start to feel wavy, I been poppin' hella hydros |