Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rent Money, artist - Oncue. Album song Perfectly, Tragically, Flawed, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rebel Base Industries
Song language: English
Rent Money |
Man, fuck depression |
Yeah, I said fuck depression |
After that, started finnessin' |
Smoking, drinking, keep the stressin' away, away |
All my sessions like confession |
Hardly ever learned my lesson |
But I always keep reppin' my state, my state |
Nothing else to lose, nothing else to prove |
Lost it all, got it back, bout to do this all again |
Ay, you should see this view, how they switch they tone? |
Me and her, haven’t talked but fuck it imma hit her friend like who know? |
I deserve this shit I’m real as shit until the mood blown |
Yeah you heard the kid, I work the biz til pockets sumo |
I been schemin', I been plottin', yeah I’m next, I’m too close |
I like drinking, why you pour that bourbon for me too slow |
Let’s be honest, I’m like Hov and Death Cab in a blender |
Mixed a lil Yeezy, I should |
Got the hoes tweakin' like that one guy that’s in Panda |
I been drunk all weekend, damn I been on a bender |
Oh not this again, I been on 10 |
Shit don’t make sense, how I’m blowing through this rent I said |
Oh not this again, getting hella bent |
Got whiskey on my shirt, and my landlord, he a jerk |
There go my rent money, ya ya ya, ay |
There go my rent money, bye, bye, bye, bitch |
There go my rent money, ya ya ya, ay |
There go my rent money, fuck my life |
I think they know my name, and I never changed, no |
This been in my veins, been engraved in my bones, hey |
I don’t win no change, don’t play games with the hoes, no |
In the studio, late night to get the dough, yeah |
My bourbon, I mixed up, helps clear the picture |
Pour me a river, I don’t need my liver |
My momma in a home now, I don’t got a home now |
I just got a throne now, your boy up in the zone now |
I been hitting notes and taking tokes since I was 6 years old |
Lost control of sleeping, will I learn to let them demons go? |
Since I these hoes bagging hoes is like a finger roll |
Your name Captain, I don’t put shit on pedestals, damn |
I just made a plan, all I did was stick to it, man |
She a fan of 3AM, she want my dick to it |
Got me reminiscing, all them days you wouldn’t listen |
Dissing, shitting on me, now you get the vision so you kissing on me yeah |
Oh not this again, I been on 10 |
Shit don’t make sense, how I’m blowing through this rent I said |
Oh not this again, getting hella bent |
Got whiskey on my shirt, and my landlord, he a jerk |
There go my rent money, ya ya ya, ay |
There go my rent money, bye, bye, bye, bitch |
There go my rent money, ya ya ya, ay |
There go my rent money, fuck my life |