Lyrics Special Occasions - Tracy Lamont

I gotta get it like yesterday
I cannot settle for section 8
Mind on the pain I must elevate
Shift up my thinking to better place
What good is the riches
If I lose my soul
What good is 100% of an O
It sound like an L
That you hold on the low
But hype yourself up
Like you got the control
You are not SZA
Just hand me the scissors
Cut out the picture
Supernova to a sizzle
Pain is where you find your gristle
Fore I moved with a pistol
Fisticuffs for an issue
Now we blast like missiles
I don't ask for an issue
I just keep me a magazine
Shake sphere like a tragedy

Don't tell me a lot about nothin
Don't tell me a lot about nothin
Don't tell me a lot about nothin
Don't tell me a lot about nothin
Don't tell me a lot about nothin
Don't tell me a lot about nothin (Don't tell me a lot)
Don't tell me a lot about nothin
I don't wanna hear that shit

Ohhh been moving round the scene
Think you know the team
Get it out the mud stay clean
Ohhh I know they notice me (I know they know)
I been focusing
Lock in on your dreams

Look
I'm selfish as fuck
I'm shyer than most
I'm way too reserved
I barely spoke
All of my dreams was Hocus Poke
Bogus hope
You see
I know the most
But know it's slow
When actions leaning towards a coast
And what you coasting for?
Row your boat
You wanna be coast to coast
Easier said than done
Don't you be talking that shit and not backing it up
Yo confidence back in the truck
I tussle with mine but keep it on tuck
I can't depend on luck
Though my dreams gone buy my Queen
That Benz truck!
I can't quit
Won't know what I can do if I give up