Lyrics 4 AM - Lobo

I don't want much
No, I don't want a thing
I just want a taste
I just need my space, no-oh-oh-oh
What your momma don't know won't hurt her
What your dad don't know won't hurt him
We get high in the night and we fuck with the lights
Cop a brick and a nine just to try to survive 'til you murdered
That's somebody daughter don't hurt her
Use your fists and your words not a burner
Cop a chain and some weight to get rep in your step
Burn a bridge now the tables get turning
Now get turnt
(Yeah)
Now get turnt
(Yeah)
Now get turnt
(Yeah)
Now get turnt
Turn your life around or get murked, aw
Put my life and all in these words, aw
Put my pain in all of these verses
Hope my funeral a good service
Now pop one for ones that we R-I-P
Put the word from the bird 'til I D-I-E
Be yourself
Cause that's fine by me
If you fake it's ok man cest la vie
What's it gonna' take from me
Gave up on hope like it ain't coming
And I workout can't get stronger
Kick buckets I pray for dollars
They wanted to see a freak
Take your picture it last you longer
Said take your picture it last you longer
I just want a taste
I just need my space, no-oh-oh-oh
Mmm-mmm
Can you forgive a sinner?
(Can you forgive a sinner?)
I just want to live a little
(I just want to live a little)
Get your frame and take your picture
(Get your frame and take your picture)
You riding out I'm riding with you
(You riding out I'm riding with you)
I paid my dues
(With the money)
I drank my drink
(In my car)
I chalk my cues
(Yeah, yeah)
I thank my thanks
(Okay)
Said I paid my dues
I drank my drink
I chalk my cues
I thank my thanks and now I'm
In pain
Insane
Who to blame?
Who to blame?
Yeah, yeah!
Break me down I come back in pieces
Karma catch up don't show your weakness
Done that before but never received it
Like the TV it come in seasons
Spike the punch and I slur my speech
Inside the church and it burn my feet
And I wanna' drown but it's not that easy it's never that easy it's never that simple
You go down the street they poppin like pimples
All that he wanted was some tea and some skittles
Y'all wanna' progress but you stuck in the middle
The Devil and Johnny go fiddle to fiddle
Y'all love to hate
And I think y'all think that's what make
America
Umm
Great
Y'all love to hate and I think y'all think that's what makes America great
Wow
Oh!
Man!
I need a beer!
Yeah, but I just want a taste I just need my space no-oh-oh-oh
Said I just want a taste I just need my space no-oh-oh-oh
(Yeah, yeah-ah-ah)
It's the simple things that make the least sense
It's the simple things that make the least sense
It's the simple things that make the least sense
It's the simple things, It's the simple things
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
I don't want much
I just wanna' taste I just need my space, no-oh-oh-oh