Lyrics not ok (feat. Eric Sossa) - Saucetin

But when it finds you will you be ready?

They draggin' my name through the mud
You people are so outta touch
Got too many people to save
Too busy to put on a cape
I'm out here raising the sakes
Shit I do this every day
I think about you when I pray, but not for the better, but so you can get out the way

The way that you look in my eyes I feel like we're so far away
You sit in my passenger seat and I don't know if you wanna stay
If you wanna go, that's ok
I can't let go, I'm not ok

I am not ok, I grew from the O to the Gs now that's where I stay
I buck up on n****s like every day, she fucked on the homie that bih cannot stay
I'm puttin that hoe on layaway, I shoot like Chef Curry I fade away
I'm puttin that hoe on layaway, I shoot like Chef Curry I fade away, I-
She talk to me nicely, lickin my nut like the melt of the ice cream
I just went off and I think I'm lil feisty, poppin off shots on the tips like an icee
I just went Dior I'm feelin like Tyson, Yeah I got money I don't need no stocks
Got a bitch feelin all over my pockets but I got it on lock so don't even try me
Got it from Maison Margiela I'm shining, can't even function you know that I'm high
And I went hit that lil bitch from the side, don't fuck with me 'cause you know I'm alive
I just got the info, I ain't gonna die
Pull up V V's and they missin I got a lil piece
New Gucci joggers they got a lil crease
But I shoot with my toolie, I aint gonna miss

The way that she look in my eyes I feel like I'm so far away
You sit in my passenger seat and I don't know if you wanna stay
If you wanna go, that's ok
I can't let go, I'm not ok

I count up the cheese I stack up the cheddar
Even your girl know that I do it better
I got the receipts I made it my header
I sit in the breeze, it's my perfect weather
Like 80 Degrees, the middle of summer
Done being lonely I need a new lover
No sneaky links I don't fuck undercover
I want the best so I use Gucci rubbers

(Yeah) In my phone, talkin bout "I love you 5ever"
Please don't text 'less you wanna treat me better than the last white bitch
I don't even think you met her
Gotta think twice it's so hard to choose
I don't wanna hear bout no bad news
Get it together now, get it together now
I'm doing better so now you lose

The way that she look in my eyes I feel like I'm so far away
You sit in my passenger seat and I don't know if you wanna stay
If you wanna go, that's ok
I can't let go, I'm not ok