Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Choir Music, artist - Toosii. Date of issue: 05.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Choir Music |
| You a ho and your friend too |
| And I’m tryna fuck on both them hoes 'cause that’s what friends do (Ayy) |
| She say, «You ain’t pickin' up the phone lately,"got a lot on my mental |
| If it ain’t about cash, I ain’t tryna talk, that shit I ain’t into |
| And I been tryna see what a brick do |
| I been makin' a brick move (Uh) |
| Granny like, «You should go to church and join the choir,"yeah |
| To them pills, I lost my main man, R.I.P. |
| Messiah |
| I been ahead of the game, no cap, I ain’t talkin' no umpire |
| If it’s smoke, we leave 'em blinded, yeah |
| Thirty round drop shells, leave a trace, yeah |
| I’m in love with blue faces |
| No heart and I hate it |
| Kinda glad that I made it |
| They keep sayin', «You gon' change,"yeah |
| Mulsanne when I’m switchin' lanes, yeah |
| My stepper don’t know what a range is |
| Took my heart, rearranged it |
| I’ll still take a bitch from a nigga |
| Bust it down two times, don’t care what her name is |
| They think 'cause we come from nothin' that we dumb or somethin' |
| Like he don’t know where his brain is (Yeah) |
| Talk about it, try releasing my problems |
| My mama still mad I ain’t got no scholarship (Yeah) |
| They ain’t give a fuck about me |
| Why the fuck would I stay thinkin' I’m what the problem is? |
| (Yeah) |
| They tried puttin' me with the problem kids |
| They was happy, but a nigga wasn’t proud of it |
| Took a flight to L.A., learned a lot of shit |
| I was broke, I ain’t have not a pot to piss |
| Now, look at what I made out of it |
| And you crazy, you think a nigga goin' back to the slums, yeah, uh |
| No, you crazy if you think I won’t keep my gun |
| You a ho and your friend too |
| And I’m tryna fuck on both them hoes 'cause that’s what friends do (Ayy) |
| She say, «You ain’t pickin' up the phone lately,"got a lot on my mental |
| If it ain’t about cash, I ain’t tryna talk, that shit I ain’t into |
| And I been tryna see what a brick do |
| I been makin' a brick move (Uh) |
| Granny like, «You should go to church and join the choir,"yeah |
| To them pills, I lost my main man, R.I.P. |
| Messiah |
| I been ahead of the game, no cap, I ain’t talkin' no umpire |
| If it’s smoke, we leave 'em blinded, yeah |
| Tryna take my mind out to space, yeah |
| My heart been too vacant |
| How the fuck could you take it? |
| Can you feel when it’s racin'? |
| Put me on your spaceship |
| Show me different places |
| You believe I’m gon' make it |
| Don’t leave my mind spacious (Yeah) |
| Hard to get a little help, I ain’t call on nobody |
| Feel like I don’t know where my place is |
| I’m stuck in a sad place, it’s a bad place |
| Feel like I can’t shake it |
| Granddaddy showed me what game is |
| Give a fuck if I’m famous |
| Even if they put me XXL |
| We ain’t the same, just the same list |
| I grew up, ain’t the same kid |
| Remember I was the lame kid (Yeah) |
| Now everybody wanna be my friend |
| That’s all that the fame did (Yeah, uh) |
| You should be ashamed, nigga, uh |
| 2x the hard way and I still thug inside that hallway, uh |
| Air it out broad day, we don’t give a fuck what them boys say |
| You a ho and your friend too |
| And I’m tryna fuck on both them hoes 'cause that’s what friends do (Ayy) |
| She say, «You ain’t pickin' up the phone lately,"got a lot on my mental |
| If it ain’t about cash, I ain’t tryna talk, that shit I ain’t into |
| And I been tryna see what a brick do |
| I been makin' a brick move (Uh) |
| Granny like, «You should go to church and join the choir,"yeah |
| To them pills, I lost my main man, R.I.P. |
| Messiah |
| I been ahead of the game, no cap, I ain’t talkin' no umpire |
| If it’s smoke, we leave 'em blinded, yeah |