Lyrics Sucks - Angelo Mota

Sucks

Hey man wattup, ya nigga zay, man
Shout out my nigga Angelo Mota
My nigga, keep puttin' your foot on these niggas necks, man
You already know my man, salute, one hundred
There ain’t no telling what you do to me
Done this before, this shit ain’t new to me
Ain’t nothing that chick got to prove to me
There ain’t no telling what you do to me
Done this before, this shit ain’t new to me
Ain’t nothing that chick got to prove to me
Ain’t shit to do, that shit ain’t cool to me
What you do to me
I been on my own two (own two)
Standing on my old roof (old roof)
Don’t move (don't move)
I told you (told ya)
If the music don’t work then I’m old news (woo)
Ain’t too many people that I’m close to (ya)
Hand to your head when I approach you (when I approach you)
Royalty, I shoulda been popped off
Well$ screaming All Kings Get Their Heads Chopped Off
And paraded through the market so I guess I’m God
Same time I ain’t feeling like living
I figured I would go and make a killing (sheesh)
I can smell that you ain’t really that tough (that tough)
You ain’t got the drive or the gas pump (gas pump)
Sorry bout your car man, that sucks (that sucks)
Still 21 but I feel 89
Heads sticking out the window screaming I could never die
I ain’t trynna be the guy I’m just tryna catch a vibe like
There ain’t no telling what you do to me
Done this before, this shit ain’t new to me
Ain’t nothing that chick got to prove to me
Ain’t shit to do, that shit ain’t cool to me
What you do to me
Look, lately I been feeling like my shadow (swear to god)
Bones hollow cause them mornings took the marrow (swear to god)
I been misdirected, think I need a arrow (swear to god)
My mood parallel to my apparel (swear to god)
Tension keep building in my house (swear to god)
Mama said one day she kick me out (swear to god)
Funny 'cause my song called One Day and she the one I wrote the shit about
(swear to god)
Instead of tryna go see a medic
I’m sitting on the porch, I feel pathetic (swear to god)
Your heart’ll really kill you if you let it (swear to god)
I plead the fifth, I plead the sixth, I plead the seventh (swear to god)
I ain’t never had a line of credit, I been working part time, stacking dimes on
my debit
Fuck a statement, man, I’m too unsure and too afraid to check it (swear to god)
My diet gonna turn me diabetic
There ain’t no telling what you do to me
Done this before, this shit ain’t new to me
Ain’t nothing that chick got to prove to me
Ain’t shit to do, that shit ain’t cool to me
What you do to me
And you feel it too
It’s easy to see
It sucks to be you, it sucks to be me
This don’t feel like home
The world is on fire
I’d tell you the time
But I’d be a liar
'Cause I never know
Wherever it goes
I’m stuck in the heat
And covered in snow
It’s all that I show
It’s all that I know
And you feel it too
It’s easy to see
It sucks to be you, it sucks to be me
This don’t feel like home
The world is on fire
I’d tell you the time
But I’d be a liar
'Cause I never know
Wherever it goes
I’m stuck in the heat
And covered in snow
That’s all that I show
That’s all that I know
This don’t feel like home
The world is on fire
I’d tell you the time
But I’d be a liar
'Cause I never know
Wherever it goes
I’m stuck in the heat
And covered in snow
That’s all that I show