Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Compensating, artist - Aminé. Album song Limbo, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: CLBN
Song language: English
Compensating |
Compensatin' for your feelings |
And you know the feelin' |
This is what you thought would heal it |
But it makes you feel it |
Tryin' things you thought would cheer it |
But you grow to fear it |
Times, they come and go like spirits (You good T-Minus?) |
I see these signs the clearest |
And you-and you-and you know why (Yuh) |
You’ve been fuckin' with me since I was a small fry (True) |
And your ex-man (Yuh), that's my lil' guy (Yuh) |
I know some niggas that’ll kick em to the coast lines (True) |
I’m a West Side nigga, we don’t show signs (No) |
You got some fake friends, they just toe lines (Yeah) |
Text, I reply, baby, 'til my phone die (Yeah) |
You know he lied if a nigga said he don’t lie (Ayy) |
I fucked up once again (Yeah) |
And you know that I’m never too proud to beg (No) |
It’s hard to admit that I’ve made my bed (Yeah) |
And you know I'ma always wish you the best (True) |
Look, bitch, roll inside the Benz (Yeah) |
I fucked up once and I gotcha bent (Uh-huh) |
It’s hard to admit that I’ve made my bed (Uh-huh) |
But you know I'ma always wish you the best (Limbo) |
Compensatin' for your feelings |
And you know the feelin' |
This is what you thought would heal it |
But it makes you feel it |
Tryin' things you thought would cheer it |
But you grow to fear it |
Times, they come and go like spirits |
I see these signs the clearest |
Bad baby, from the back, baby (Let's go) |
I hurt her heart for spirits and it crash, baby (Skrrt) |
I toast it up and pour it out the glass, baby (Pour) |
I tripled up, I doubled up, I ranned it up, that fucked it up |
The black and orange Aventador like Daffy Duck (Skrrt) |
I swerve Mercedes Benz ‘cause my credentials up (Yeah) |
I told her, "I got my millions up, these racks, baby" (Racks) |
This song is hard as goosebumps, rash, baby (Racks) |
I’m scorin' by the three, Steve Nash, baby (Yeah) |
A couple million fee, all cash, baby (Yeah) |
I eat a lil' cheese and racks, baby (Ayy) |
I eat a lil' cheese like a snack, baby (Yeah) |
The orange and black seats, Daffy Duck (Ayy, ayy) |
Five-leaf clover, better luck (Geeked up) |
Don’t you ask, "Do I know you?" |
never, yuh (Mmm) |
I’ve been flyer than a pelican, yuh (Let's go) |
Compensatin' for your feelings |
And you know the feelin' |
This is what you thought would heal it |
But it makes you feel it |
Tryin' things you thought would cheer it |
But you grow to fear it |
Times, they come and go like spirits |
I see these signs the clearest |
You've been giving niggas surgical head (You've been) |
I ain’t eating out a young nigga flesh (You've been) |
You might win the key to my chest (You've been) |
You might win, give young nigga head (You've been) |
You might win the key to my chest |
You might win the key to my chest |
You might win the key to my chest |
You might win the key to my chest (Ayy) |
I fucked up once again |
And you know that I’m never too proud to beg |
It’s hard to admit that I’ve made my bed |
And you know I'ma always wish you the best |
Look, bitch, roll inside the Benz |
I fucked up once and I gotcha bent |
It’s hard to admit that I’ve made my bed |
But you know I'ma always wish you the best (Yeah) |