Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Routine , 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
The Routine |
| Bitch don’t cool-guy me |
| I’m too high for that bullshit talk, I’ma walk, I’m gone |
| Shit, you need a new ID |
| I see it in your eyes like visine like I’m your motherfuckin' mom |
| When you around me, shit, you are not on |
| Everyone walk around like they the one |
| I don’t wanna walk around unless I’m drunk |
| Is he the talk of the town or he just a punk? |
| Handsome, loafers, good wife |
| Banned from MoMA, good pipe |
| Can of soda, green tea Arizona |
| Hand me the doja, which type? |
| What it look like? |
| I just want the good price |
| Tryna run 'em over man, Suge Knight |
| I just want some chocha, good night |
| Kiss from my chick, make sure the neighborhood right |
| Rugrat turned club rat |
| Old head wanna be a young cat |
| This the city that we live in |
| I just wanna kick some wisdom to the kids that’s finna run that |
| Time passed, time that you’ll never find back |
| Trust that, settle for the fun past, fuck that (huh) |
| But really whatchu thinkin' man |
| Cause everything centered where the drinking and the drugs at |
| Seems everyday a little new scene |
| I don’t wanna hear about all that art that you seen |
| I was fucking up in MoMA, kicked up out the museum |
| That’s some real art shit, really just my routine |
| They kicked me off, ain’t accepting my shit |
| 20 years, time to have a retrospective on him, on the kid |
| Come on man, sex is not a sin |
| So New York I be sexin' naked, just Timbs (woah, woah, woah) |
| Everybody knows I’m a nut, I just go with my gut |
| Man what’s holding 'em up? |
| Just go roll you a blunt, can’t cope with the fuck shit |
| Shit, whole O in the dutch |
| Rugrat turned club rat |
| Old head wanna be a young cat |
| This the city that we live in |
| I just wanna kick some wisdom to the kids that’s finna run that |
| Time passed, time that you’ll never find back |
| Trust that, settle for the fun past, fuck that |
| But really whatchu thinkin' man |
| Cause everything centered where the drinking and the drugs at |