Lyrics IM Sippin - B0r0s

I'm sipping one for the cameras out
Two for the nights we frowned
Three for the people who kept telling us our time was out
One for the cameras out
Two for the nights we frowned
Three for the people who kept telling us our time was out
I'm sipping one for the cameras out
Two for the nights we frowned
Three for the people who kept telling us our time was out
One for the cameras out
Two for the nights we frowned
Three for the people who kept telling us our time was out

I've been incognito cause I'm moving like lasagna do
Feeling pretty stupid and contagious like Nirvana do
Running on the power of my dreams like a Honda do
Promise ain't nobody ever do it like I'm bouta do
Ok it's back to the basics
Always the same thing
Who's now on page six?
Sold out to satan
One person praisin'
One hundred hatin'
Turn to see familiar faces
Never complacent
Fuck your complaints bitch
We not adjacent
I'm dumb and impatient
You want me gone but I suggest you start getting used to seeing my face bitch

I'm sipping one for the cameras out
Two for the nights we frowned
Three for the people who kept telling us our time was out
One for the cameras out
Two for the nights we frowned
Three for the people who kept telling us our time was out
I'm sipping one for the cameras out
Two for the nights we frowned
Three for the people who kept telling us our time was out
One for the cameras out
Two for the nights we frowned
Three for the people who kept telling us our time was out

Same perspective and churn, yet you can't move this smooth
My mind rewritten, rewired, that's what that lead paint do
You can't say "I tried" if your hands ain't got calluses
I'm gripping on for dear life, tear your roof down and I ain't pay for damages
Hold up hold up, gotta dust off my shoulder
Ain't count what've I spent while I'm pushing this boulder
They thought it was sweet just north from the border
But alls cold in this world no Dakota
Hold up hold up, how much is the mortgage?
God damn, government in disorder
God damn, life keeps getting shorter
I gotta keep sipping I can't do this sober

I'm sipping one for the cameras out
Two for the nights we frowned
Three for the people who kept telling us our time was out
One for the cameras out
Two for the nights we frowned
Three for the people who kept telling us our time was out
I'm sipping one for the cameras out
Two for the nights we frowned
Three for the people who kept telling us our time was out
One for the cameras out
Two for the nights we frowned
Three for the people who kept telling us our time was out

You know they gotta envy me
POC, same skin color as the mud
Doing kickflips outta that gutter I came up from under
Opened the floodgates and driven like a new wraith
I'll jump through a brick wall coming for everybody kool-aid
What I do lately come through and spot like two fakes
Still cutting checks like I do cake and I do bake em
Like pigs in a blanket
You see the collective I know what you rank it I don't mean the army cause we are not tanking
Circle got smaller
Sipping one more round cause the money grew taller, yeah