Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song actin' up , by - Yesterday. Song from the album good on it all, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 28.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Boys
Song language: English
actin' up |
| Dropping singles like I’m single |
| Shawty so fine, I’m tryna come thru and mingle |
| Couple years I might be rich |
| Couple years might snag yo bitch |
| Couple years I’m off this shit |
| Couple beers I’m off the 5th |
| Smoke a cig to numb my throat |
| Don’t give a fuck if I’m about to perform |
| No one showed, just me 'n my bros |
| Some came close to falling thru |
| New York streets at 2 am |
| Acting quite a fool with my main men |
| No one knew we were coming but we went right in |
| Trenton pulled up at 4 am |
| The sun was rising when I fell asleep |
| Drank every single fucking night that week |
| Drug use was at another peak |
| The room still spinning, can’t see my feet |
| Passed out every night that week |
| Slept up on the couch every night that week |
| Got more fucked up than I should speak |
| I’m actin quite a fool |
| Let a couple bad bitches into my thoughts |
| Quite a way to kill the mood |
| I ain’t mad at you, I’ll call you in a minute |
| My love starts to diminish |
| Don’t talk just let me finish |
| Boston, Brooklyn, Trent and Philly |
| Prelude to the beginning |
| We ain’t even get our feet wet |
| Just the tip she got me freakin' |
| Talking to these women reminds me why I didn’t |
| Yeah, fucked up |
| I’ma swerve into the curb, pass the bowl |
| Yeah you heard that the boys |
| Actin' up for the weekend |
| These bitches got me pressed |
| When I’m off that shit |
| Hit me up I’m in your city but it’s just for the night |
| Baby come and take a step into my life |
| Let me have you for a ride, let me show you how i die |
| Mask the pain with some liquor over ice |
| No don’t look me in my eyes |
| You don’t wanna pay the price |
| And the whip smells of gasoline |
| Not the legal kind, we blowin' hella tree |
| We retreat inside when the sun arrives |
| And it’s another night of getting right and ready |
| To hit the fuckin' road again |
| Shouts out to my family |
| Some may see them more as friends |
| But really, I would do it all again |
| They kept me a buck fitty |
| Even when my heart was broken |
| Even when my heart was broken |
| I’m actin quite a fool |
| Let a couple bad bitches into my thoughts |
| Quite a way to kill the mood |
| I ain’t mad at you, I’ll call you in a minute |
| My love starts to diminish |
| Don’t talk just let me finish |
| Boston, Brooklyn, Trent and Philly |
| Prelude to the beginning |
| We ain’t even get our feet wet |
| Just the tip she got me freakin' |
| Talking to these women reminds me why I didn’t |
| Yo man, it’s like 3 in the afternoon. |
| What the fuck are you doing man? |
| Wake the fuck up. |
| I got this wood roll man, I’m tryna act the fuck up, |
| you feel me? |
| Yeah |
| Yo, sorry I mussed your call. |
| Haven’t really been feeling myself lately, but um, |
| you know fuck it. |
| I got some bud, and another wood roll too. |
| So we should |
| probably get to this fucking act up. |
| You know what I’m sayin'? |