Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don't Know , by - Termanology. Release date: 08.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Don't Know |
| This can’t be life, 24 hour flights |
| Bangin' out like Mimi on the shower pipes |
| I smoke sour, little bit of dab in it |
| Daydreamin' 'bout the mansion with the lab in it |
| 24 karat gold |
| Gold chariots with horses to carry us |
| A gorgeous new fortune, I’m after it |
| Along the way, still bringin' more classic shit |
| I go berserk in the booth, but where the cash at? |
| I’m tryna invest stacks back to NASDAQ |
| Artists bottle poppin' in clubs like you’re a star |
| Got 400 dollar kicks but ain’t got a car |
| Got a Gucci belt but you ain’t got a crib |
| And your mom ain’t even got a decent place to live |
| I bet these rappers that be claimin' they’re next |
| Get a reality check before a royalty check |
| I’m just sayin' |
| No sense in tryna fake it |
| 'Til you make it if it ain’t true life |
| Cause you know what you do on the dock |
| Will leave until it comes to life |
| Don’t think that we don’t know |
| Don’t think that we don’t know |
| Don’t think that we don’t know |
| Cause we leave until it comes to life |
| Your insecurity shows through your jewelry and clothes |
| You ain’t happy but you actin' like you is in your post |
| I imagine you was into fashion, strikin' a pose |
| But once you turn 25, he ain’t like you no more |
| Had a new improved you, hot, bright on the pole |
| Always smilin', feelin' fine, rarely ever says no |
| Then there’s you, always mad, tryna fight on the phone |
| Gettin' your man vexed so he don’t like to come home |
| I could relate, had a 2 to 5 at my place |
| At all times, just imagine me never gettin' to rhyme |
| I see the future, I knew I would beat the booth up |
| I beat the odds, put the hood on MTV News, I’m Mass |
| Still got my hood pass, I be dolo |
| Lawrence house party, dipped down wearin' Polo |
| I got a problem with spendin' before I get it |
| We all self conscious, I’m just the second to admit it |
| I’m catchin' funny vibes, why you always gotta lie? |
| Man you couldn’t keep it a buck to save your fuckin' life |
| Hangin' with the clique and then takin' pics of the other side |
| Sucker shit, somehow I still let it ride |
| Yeah you be dressin' fly, kicks all matchin' your coat |
| But when I ask about your album, you tell me you’re broke |
| Can’t afford a studio but got a bottle of Mo |
| Yeah you’re doin' your thing, you’re on your grind, I know |
| Everybody wanna be a rap dude |
| And get checks but don’t nobody wanna pay dues |
| You more concerned how you lookin' on the cam |
| For the hood, than actually winnin' and doin' good |
| That’s a problem, y’all got the internet complexed |
| Just your own family for likes and some comments |
| But when your money get low and you need some more dough |
| And you need somewhere to go |
| Don’t call me |