Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 19, artist - 99 Neighbors. Date of issue: 05.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
19 |
| I feel |
| Stuck in a box |
| I saw Jesus walk, aye |
| Gotta tap in my thoughts |
| I’m still- me |
| I don’t care what I think |
| Sick of the drugs, round of applause |
| Stuck in a polo, I’m pretty in pink |
| I go |
| Way up |
| Sauce, sauce |
| I been lost, lost |
| Keep it honest |
| Thinkin' too much got me caught up |
| I been off track, feelin' locked up |
| Lost in a blank face, seen a lot of blank faced smiles on a pay day |
| Wake up in the mornin' realize it’s all the same |
| Feelin' bad, yellin' May Day |
| Got me on the stairs tip-toein' |
| Spliff rollin' while my life gone coastin' |
| Think about the shit I gotta do to make a memory |
| Shit been on the the move too quick, need some therapy |
| Guess I’ll make a note to it |
| I been feelin' down broke |
| I’m losin' all my hope |
| I’m startin' to gain fear |
| I’m back on this tight rope |
| I’m lost in dim lights |
| But back in my zone |
| I’m gone, I lost fate |
| Well take a minute |
| I don’t know when my life gonna drop, I get it |
| I ain’t tryna lose this |
| I’ll prove shit to show you |
| Don’t trust me and act like I know you |
| (Flowers) In a glass vase |
| (Layin') On a new grave |
| (Under) Is the old ways |
| (Tombstone) Say the young days |
| (Prickles) Grow on my face |
| (Sugar) Ain’t the same taste |
| (Midnight) New day |
| (Flippin') To the next page |
| (Sippin') 'Til the lights fade |
| (Lookin') Through my camera |
| (Tryna find my old face) |
| (Tryna find my old face) |
| (What happened to my face?) |
| What happened to my face? |
| Hate that they tell me what to do |
| The second I’m all in, the minute it’s all through |
| So I’ma let it begin, I’ma get it how I’m gonna get it |
| Even if I’m lying through my teeth |
| You know I’m in it to win it |
| I’ma bend, flip, stretch lyrics like I’m workin' gymnastics |
| Lil' bitch, call me Mr. Fantastic |
| I ain’t had nothin' but a pot to piss in |
| Give me freedom, give me death ‘til I’m winnin' |
| Whippin' Civics, I ain’t got the gas to make it back to the crib |
| And in a minute, I’ma get it back |
| Fuck it, I’m never relaxed, I’m way too attached, I |
| Can’t tell, won’t tell you |
| Ixnay, bitch made, I |
| Sink in float my boat |
| Bring it back, bring it back |
| Uh, back stab, broke that trust |
| Day in, day out I |
| Work hard, play hard we |
| Run it up, run it up |
| I been way up |
| Sauce, sauce |
| Shit, I work my ass off |
| Keep it honest |
| I been lost, lost |
| Yeah, cut out the brakes to my car so the ride don’t slow |
| No drive and the ride won’t go (Yeah, ayy) |
| Devil on my shoulder tellin' me to push the pedal |
| With an angel on the side busy crying, ho |
| I make moves |
| Steady, I level the dudes |
| My people just know how I move in the cracks and the grooves |
| Grimy is just how I do |
| Keep it 100, that’s truth, ayy |
| Demon face in the shadows |
| When I walk, I’m movin' past it |
| Creepin' real late when it’s active (Yeah, ayy) |
| Hope the skeletons up in your closet don’t catch you |
| It’s anything that’s liable for cash moves, uh |
| People cry because they really want the bag |
| But they don’t wanna work, act causal (Hey, hey) |
| Think I got the time for the vision (Yeah) |
| Might snap to a nigga on stage with the hammer might blast you |
| Work is the center of all of this |
| I called it quits with like all the college kids (Hey, hey, hey) |
| Traveled from campus to campus |
| Who thought I’d end up with like all of this polished shit? |
| (All of this) |
| Diamond and gold what I’m rockin' |
| I pull up and flaunt this like nobody jockin' this (Jockin' this) |
| Carry the weight from whatever |
| I slide up on you if you say you is not with this |