Lyrics Foyer - Mouthe

Foyer

There they come
There they come
Tryin' to guillotine my vibe
'Cause they know they’ll never get none
It doesn’t matter if you broke or you rich
As long as you don’t act like a stupid little bitch
They can’t understand why
So they scrutinize
With sarcasm like, «Sure, you fo real»
Then it’s like, «Woof, goddamn, you for real»
Blowing up so much
I even start to question it
You know it’s real when you just can’t believe this shit
I can’t
I can’t believe this shit
I can’t believe this shit
I can’t
They all actin' like?
So worried about the bread crumbs
If I’m wakin' then I’m bakin'
I been too sick for sick days
I got work diabetes
I even start to question it
You know it’s real when you just can’t believe
We’re floatin' on easy street
Fuck 'em?
We’re floatin' on easy street
Fuck em
I can’t believe this shit
I can’t believe this shit
We’re floatin' on easy street
Fuck 'em?
We’re floatin' on easy street
Fuck em?
Floatin' on easy street