Lyrics DRIES - Jerreau

DRIES

Took long way
Woah, yeah
All this money, won’t even.
Took long way
Yeah, woah
Look
You broke and busy keep hands to yourself
You’ll never film me you ain’t get the picture
They come and film me you ain’t see it coming
You still watching TV ain’t missing no meals
Gotta move freely cause money is freedom
And y’all sit on him and you this and you that
They sing when they see me but I never hear them
They yelling at TV
Really that nigga should say when they see me
Is what it is, but is that how it should be
I send money J-Pay, I know J Bo miss me
He taller than me, but still look up to me
I sip on Hibiki, don’t take much to please me
Game come too easy at times don’t believe me
She want to be with me, he want to be me
I should introduce them, I can’t even be me
Ain’t got no time for rich nigga riddles
Talking in circles or who really with you
My brother this, my brother that
I see through you Judas, ain’t no coming back
I got a bag, I had to pack
I run it up, I did a lap
I circle back, you type in all cap
I know cuz you lying, you scream when you rap (uh)
No shortcut, took long way
Damn this copy and paste shit woah
All this Dries on me yeah, all this money
Won’t even fold
No shortcut, took long way
Damn this copy and paste shit (yeah)
All this trees on me woah, all this Dries on me
It’s how you say it, and it’s what you say
It’s when I lose, and this how you play
You ain’t making moves, you standing in place
I’m making moves like I got a new place
I still open doors, I still go on dates
Indian style, let her sit on my face
Singing off key, what more can I say
I made my own way, I paved my own way
Keep all receipts, I write em away
I’m doing better I used to be saved
Gotta do work, couldn’t pray it away
Like grandma would say: «Today a new day»
Ask all my friends, I’m really this way
I put it on paper, then put it in play
Cheyenne on the text I just got a new chain
It’s a watch that I want honest I got it saved
Nobody taught me, I learned on my way
I’m trying to change you and give you some game
Pop thinks I’m crazy my mom think I’m sane
Two things true at once, are one in the same
Everything good til everything ain’t
I wish you well, cause I know that you ain’t
Y’all celebrate wins too long
Y’all celebrate wins too soon
I’m on the next play
No shortcut, took long way
Damn this copy and paste shit woah
All this Dries on me yeah, all this money
Won’t even fold
No shortcut, took long way
Damn this copy and paste shit (yeah)
All this Dries on me woah, all these trees on me
Took long way (all this Dries on me)
Woah, (all these.) yeah
All this money, won’t even.
Took long way (all this Dries on me)
Yeah, woah (all this Dries on me)