Lyrics In My Bag - Ollie Joseph

Who gon' help push if I ran out of gas?
Who'd have my back if I ran out of cash?
They show you love 'til you start to kill it
Niggas get jealous, all in they feelings
Ooh, got in my bag and I haven't looked back
I been doing too good to give a fuck, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Not even mad when I hear 'em talk back
I been doing too good to give a fuck, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Work the agenda out, I cut off the dead weight
Guillotine the snakes and then enter a different headspace
Put limitations on how much I'm saying yes, they
Quick to switch route, I watch 'em hop onto the next train
'Cause my scenario the best case
Charles de Gaulle passport stamp every ten days
I'm sipping wine under the Eiffel, I just love how the revenge taste
Peep my story, this my 'I just got a check' face
Whoa yeah, I can't look back
Accountants cook the books, yeah, under the table, we just shh that
Quite when you behind 'em, when you pass they outspoken
The close-minded people quick to have they mouths open

I put the fake to rest, watch the plan come to life
Them rumors spreading, so I know I'm doing something right
Up at night, I've been tryna run them bands up
The real ones got my back, but

Who gon' help push if I ran out of gas?
Who'd have my back if I ran out of cash?
They show you love 'til you start to kill it
Niggas get jealous, all in they feelings
Ooh, got in my bag and I haven't looked back
I been doing too good to give a fuck, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Not even mad when I hear 'em talk back
I been doing too good to give a fuck, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yuh, they want to see the plane crash
When you're taking off, I understand why
The route promises the turbulence and doubt
But they watch from the ground 'cause they the ones that can't fly
Stand by list growing tryna fill my seat
Keep my circle small, it's only people who I really need
No second chances shall be given, wrong decision
Chose to jump off of the ship when you assumed that shit was sinking, back
From the dead, I've risen, and I'm here to stay
That success is what will kill 'em, hope they feel a way
I been to 20 countries by the age of 20 something
That envy weighing heavy on 'em, I've seen plenty of it, but fuck it

I put the fake to rest, watch the plan come to life
Them rumors spreading, so I know I'm doing something right
Up at night, I've been tryna run them bands up
Them real ones got my back, but

Who gon' help push if I ran out of gas?
Who'd have my back if I ran out of cash?
They show you love 'til you start to kill it
Niggas get jealous, all in they feelings
Ooh, got in my bag and I haven't looked back
I been doing too good to give a fuck, yeah
Not even mad when I hear 'em talk back
I been doing too good to give a fuck, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I been doing too good to give a fuck, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I been doing too good to give a fuck, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)