Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Someone, artist - Xavier Weeks. Date of issue: 27.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Someone |
| I been down at my lowest for a long time |
| Yeah, ridin' for my brother if he alright ('Right) |
| I just told him, «We gon' live our life» |
| Yeah, it’s gon' be alright |
| (ForeignGotEm) |
| Hoppin' out a foreign, pull up, big body |
| I told that bitch, «I'm him,» ain’t no motherfuckin' probably (Yeah, yeah) |
| And bro just popped a Perc', and he movin' like a zombie |
| And let’s get straight to it, yeah, I don’t do no talkin' (No) |
| 'Cause I had someone, it’s hard to believe but I had someone |
| But aren’t you someone? |
| 'Cause lately, I’ve been feelin' like I’m no one |
| Yeah, left, right, uh, uh, step right (Yeah, yeah) |
| I been growin' up and vibin', posted on the West side (Uh) |
| Labels talkin', man, they call my music lo-fi |
| I guess that’s alright, I rock the Off-White |
| Yeah, and I been off the Addy, feelin' high now (Yeah) |
| He just popped two 30s, I’m like, «Damn, bro, you high now» (Uh-uh) |
| And if she slide, yeah, she slidin' for like five rounds (Uh) |
| Had to switch my flow, they’ve been stealin' my sound |
| I can see you through the head, I got on Cartiers |
| It’s a marathon, I’m the turtle, you the fuckin' hare (Yeah) |
| You ain’t never seen 100K, we do not compare |
| Rick Owen boots with the motherfuckin' Moncler |
| Hoppin' out a foreign, pull up, big body |
| I told that bitch, «I'm him,» ain’t no motherfuckin' probably (Yeah, yeah) |
| And bro just popped a Perc', and he movin' like a zombie |
| And let’s get straight to it, yeah, I don’t do no talkin' (No) |
| 'Cause I had someone, it’s hard to believe but I had someone |
| But aren’t you someone? |
| 'Cause lately, I’ve been feelin' like I’m no one |
| (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| I just pulled in a coupe on the West side (West side) |
| Wide body kit, with 2gaudy on the left side (Yeah) |
| When I pull up to the scene, they know I’m high |
| Don’t blame me, it’s the only way that time flies (Yeah, yeah) |
| Strollin' through L.A., pockets bound to fold (Ching-ching) |
| Anything that’s tall, yeah, it’s bound to fall |
| But I lost my mind when I gave my soul |
| Alcohol on the table, drugs in my goal |
| Lost my words tryna find myself |
| Everyone wants to be somebody (Yeah) |
| Saw my shirt, she know what I’m worth |
| It’s okay to be a little 2gaudy |
| Hoppin' out a foreign, pull up, big body |
| I told that bitch, «I'm him,» ain’t no motherfuckin' probably (Yeah) |
| And bro just popped a Perc', and he movin' like a zombie |
| Let’s just get straight to it, yeah, I don’t do no talkin' (No) |
| 'Cause I had someone, it’s hard to believe but I had someone |
| But aren’t you someone? |
| 'Cause lately, I’ve been feelin' like I’m no one |