Lyrics STOCKS - Angelo Mota

Nights in the rut, stick on me what's up
All my business up, I can't finish up
Ice on the cut, I could give a fuck
Ice in the cup, I can't give it up
Lights in the rear, someone coming here
Eyes in the mirror, I can not see clear
I just spilled my guts on the side of this truck
Then I filled up on the way home

Stocks going up for the same folk
I'm showing up everyday you know
I throw it up for my dead folks
I'm growing up, I'm a man you know
Time slowing up when the day close
I need a buzz, I can pray alone
I need a crutch like my leg broke
Doc saying it's a couple grand you know

Yeah, I been
Straw grabbing, can't be passive
All about action, minimums, maxes
Seven figures, golds, platinums
I'm indifferent, muscle spasms when I wrote this shit
I was sober, high kicked in, the feelings over
Kicked by friends when I needed closure
I mix dutch with the green soda
Breathing, choking, need open
Air with a red two seater, steak in the freezer
All of my team over
I made all of my dreams closer
Just by putting my feet in motion
Even when I was sleep on sofas
Even when cuts was bleeding on me
Weed comas, my computer screen in the MoMA
Did I get way too deep I guess
Cards on me still gotta go fish
I got things I gotta go get
They wanna count steps and hold my dick
You won't be shit, you won't be missed
You won't be me, you can't beat this, uh

Stocks going up for the same folk
I'm showing up everyday you know
I throw it up for my dead folks
I'm growing up, I'm a man you know
Time slowing up when the day close
I need a buzz, I can pray alone
I need a crutch like my leg broke
Doc saying it's a couple grand you know

Thousand different ways I could get it all day
All day, all day, all day, all day
It's a thousand different ways I could get it all day
All day, all day, all day, all day
Thinking bout the times we was in it all day
All day, all day, all day, all day
I was thinking bout the times we was in it all day
All day, all day, all day