paroles de chanson Don (feat. Pack2sour) - AnthonyxJohn

No I'm not perfect
Yeah
Straight up
Uh
Yeah

Confidence like a chain it will hang low
I just looked at my yearbook photo like a gravestone
I just seen two sluts arguing on the same post
That's what I call two prostitutes tryna' trade blows
I know it sounds like I keep on singing the same note
But fuck you that note sound good so you should take notes
I just seen him like Jenna's pic like bitch she ain't yours
And I just liked it too so now we in the same boat
I look at life from their perspective like it's all paused
I just ran it back tryna' understand all walks
And now Hasani tryna' avoid me at all costs
And if you think you can win without me, homie that's y'all loss
I'm getting Deja Vu thinking of Donald
I know your pride and the truths simultaneous is hard to swallow
Treat strangers like family, ask why I even bother
They take your last hunnet pennies, complain they ain't get a dollar
I should just treat that chopper like lisps homie and let it spray
On myself and watch my soul fuckin' levitate
Need to separate from the fake shit, don't know a better way
Don't know if I do it 'cause I'm depressed or just to get away
'Cause most people I don't even view as people
I don't even view as equals
Just hollow body's just walking, they all be soulless and see through
They only know when they need you
I'm only prone to believe you
My morals go and relieve you
And still go turn your backs yeah repeatedly right
How am I Thomas Edison when your ass needed delight
And girls tell me I need therapy to ease, I'm like sike
I tell my nieces they the only girls I needed in life
I tell Becky she the only girl I needed to write
And tell this paper, got this pen and when I see you on sight
And tell Don I'm fucking seeing you like
Everywhere a bunch empty beings being my vice

Bunch of beings with no meaning to life
Wait
Wait you can't say that no more right
That that's canceled
Yeah
Bunch of beings being my vice who probably be in my DM's tonight

Ain't this what we live for
Uncut Gems, I'm balling like Happy Gilmore
Fuck getting billboard baby this what I'm built for
Built Ford tough I been scruffing for shit I'd kill for
Build walls breaking 'em down thinking I'm scarred for life
Now the sword stuck in the stone I'm King Arthur right
Story of my life if I write it then I'm the author right
Autrhritsis whipping this work like I was Walter White
I'm just Darren Wayne
And I've never proven a thing
I just wanna give back to momma who walks to work in the rain
I just wanna get close with God
We get tired of feeling this pain
Remain vain even when needles hitting your main vein
Playing games ain't gon' get you far
I need a career I ain't looking for no job
Every single day I been working on the clock
Looking in the mirror like is this photoshop
This shit can't be real when I know my lyrics worth millions
I don't need the money I just needed y'all to hear it
Recognize that everybody has to have a spirit
Have to have a soul in order for you to feel me
Have to have soul right
Why you wanna go fight them niggas that hurt your pride
All them niggas is Richard Pryor
Laughing having this drink with my people we at the bar tonight
We just win the war when we ain't even really wanna fight

Yeah
We ain't even really wanna fight
Talk my shit
Shit man it's real sour in the booth right now
Talk my shit man