Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dinner Date , by - Marques MartinRelease date: 27.08.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dinner Date |
| I been hopin', prayin' everything gonna be alright |
| But I’ve been layin', eyes open to the roof at night |
| It gets hard when you’re a martyr with nothin' left to give |
| Told my momma I’ma get it, so now that’s how I live |
| Devilish smiles in their eyes, I can see the truth |
| It’s no surprise that they lie to get close to you |
| I feel the tension in my mind, yeah, it’s always there |
| There’s no goin' back to sleep, there’s no more time to spare |
| Told my girl if she vote for (The wall) |
| We don’t gotta get a fuckin' divorce |
| She said, «Who's fightin' for me?» |
| Shit, I need that freedom of choice |
| Goyard, designer shoes |
| Gotta match the botox designer face |
| Donnie Darko, bunny rabbit in the mirror |
| Tryna go hop in my place, breakin' the air |
| Kiss the girl with the armpit hair |
| Exotic got me so impaired |
| I plant one seed and out comes the pears |
| I see the Bat-sign in the air |
| So if I fall, hope I slip through the cracks |
| And come out a dead millionaire |
| Wah-ha |
| I been hopin', prayin' everything gonna be alright |
| But I’ve been layin', eyes open to the roof at night |
| It gets hard when you’re a martyr with nothin' left to give |
| Told my momma I’ma get it, so now that’s how I live |
| Devilish smiles in their eyes, I can see the truth |
| It’s no surprise that they lie to get close to you |
| I feel the tension in my mind, yeah, it’s always there |
| There’s no goin' back to sleep, there’s no more time to spare |
| I put the shank in the shackle |
| Before I stab you |
| Before I bounce |
| Like Buffy I have to |
| Behead you bloodsuckers |
| I got attached to |
| I got math tu- |
| Tor cuz I had to |
| Most of us |
| Had substitutes |
| In classrooms |
| They didn’t get paid |
| Enough actu-ally |
| Care, the damage |
| They just managed |
| Serve us up, and labels take advantage |
| All I blame is me, and how handle |
| What I’m handed |
| How I slight of hand it |
| (Heh) |
| Bread in the bakery |
| All the ventilation |
| Accumulate patrons |
| (Hoo) |
| Bled for the payday |
| Bled for the vacay |
| I ain’t gon' bleed in the heyday |
| (Hoo) |
| Bred for the naysay |
| Bred for the mayday |
| I ain’t had a bed in a way way |
| It’s Phillips, it’s lightbulbs, it’s Migos, it’s Takeoff |
| Movin' and shippin', that’s the sound of shippin' |
| Just shippin' to Britain the pounds the quid |
| Worst candidate for best time to quit |
| Best candidate for worst time to part |
| While ya here chillin', I’m next on the pot |
| Check new vacay, who rushin' the drop? |
| It’s Phillips, it’s lightbulbs, it’s Migos, it’s Takeoff |
| Rusty email, I ain’t gonna open that Gmail |
| Spare the details, check the wave |
| Heard me in the sea shell |
| I ain’t gon' retail |
| I been hopin', prayin' everything gonna be alright |
| But I’ve been layin', eyes open to the roof at night |
| It gets hard when you’re a martyr with nothin' left to give |
| Told my momma I’ma get it, so now that’s how I live |
| Devilish smiles in their eyes, I can see the truth |
| It’s no surprise that they lie to get close to you |
| I feel the tension in my mind, yeah, it’s always there |
| There’s no goin' back to sleep, there’s no more time to spare |