Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Promises , by - Wiki. Song from the album OOFIE, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 07.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Wikset
Song language: English
Promises |
| I can’t see no end, I swear I need me a Benz |
| I don’t know how to drive, I ain’t ever drove in my life |
| Only ever rode me a bike |
| Look, you could call me crazy |
| My grandmother’s name was Mercedes, maiden name Garcia |
| My other grandma’s was Brady |
| First name Clio, same as my moms |
| She was born same day as my aunt |
| That’s on Patty, she got the same name as me, ain’t that hard? |
| Commemorate the ladies that made me |
| Why I need that peace sign on my car |
| Maybe I’m going too far |
| I got a chain on my neck that I never take off, even when night falls |
| Man I’m just high |
| Sitting out Riverside Park, feel like a fly on the wall |
| I observe shit, my mind goes off |
| Almost like my eyes get crossed |
| It’s hard to follow my thoughts |
| Keep track of all of them at once |
| When I’m all alone sometimes my mind got a mind of its own |
| And I know I’m grown but sometimes it’s hard to find my way home |
| They say it’s what you make it but sometimes it’s hard to find a place you know |
| I still ain’t made enough for my ass just to stay indoors |
| Dreaming of, dreaming of you |
| Thinking of you |
| Dreaming of, dreaming of you |
| Thinking of you |
| I’m thanking God for your life |
| Holding me down all the time |
| Last year, this year, which year was the best year? |
| I don’t give a fuck until next year |
| I might hit the bench, take a rest year |
| I’ma let you know when the sweat clear |
| But can’t get there til I get here |
| Can’t calm down til I come up |
| Oh you on now what |
| Looking at me like a dumb fuck |
| Rap for a living must be fun, huh? |
| More like when I was 21 was |
| I never knew what the fuss was |
| No I ain’t ever knew what the rush was |
| We got all day man the sun’s up |
| Spent too much time getting fucked up |
| Man I’m gone with the |
| Wet like the river |
| I’m letting the liquor flow |
| I’ma give what I get, even if what I get ain’t reciprocal |
| Don’t mean to go back to the ritual |
| When I’m all alone sometimes my mind got a mind of its own |
| And I know I’m grown but sometimes it’s hard to find my way home |
| They say it’s what you make it but sometimes it’s hard to find a place you know |
| I still ain’t made enough for my ass just to stay indoors |
| Dreaming of, dreaming of you |
| Thinking of you |
| Dreaming of, dreaming of you |
| Thinking of you |
| I’m thanking God for your life |
| Holding me down all the time |
| Gotta shout out everything she put me on to |
| Born to be rich, put a |
| First time I played a gig she showed me Saturday Night Fever as a little ass kid |
| I started to move my hips, shit don’t get as true as this |
| Shit you could move to this, catch a groove to this |
| Maybe think of who I miss |
| I ain’t finished going through my list |
| Rest in peace to La Dona, that’s my mom’s best friend |
| Never seen a smile so big in my life, nah nah never since then |
| She knew I was gonna do something |
| She called it when I was like 10, listened to what I said |
| Commemorate the ladies that made us men, still tryna make amends |
| Tryna find my peace, keep my mind at ease |
| I’ma beg and plead, when will the cycle cease? |
| I need weed to smoke so I can eat |
| Just so I can drink, what’s wrong with me? |
| What I need, brew to think honestly |
| Next day I’m puking up, obviously |
| 'Cause I ain’t ate enough and drank too much |
| Start again, now I need weed to puff |
| You see I’m stuck, am I changing enough? |
| I don’t wanna be the neighborhood drunk |
| Dreaming of, dreaming of you |
| Thinking of you |
| Dreaming of, dreaming of you |
| Thinking of you |
| I’m thanking God for your life |
| Holding me down all the time |