paroles de chanson SideNote - Bryce

Baby girl you get no say
Badadada, dadada
You done fucked up
You fucked up

Yeah aye, aye
And I know
That I get too caught in my head
But on a side note
I am not god can′t forget

So I get high
To pass the time
Don't kill my vibe
I′ve been doing just fine
Flexed up my body and loved my mind
Would say I'm sorry but you're not mine
And there′s a couple things
I ain′t ever get to cure
And I been staying solid
But lately I'm not sure
I don′t know why you stallin'
You swear I make it worse
That′s why I'm always ballin′
Like my homie Burks
But you was fucking with Parlay
Hate when I would go to all your parties
Every fucking time they would card me
But it didn't ever stop me
Bless my mom and dad with Maseratis
Dodged a bullet I can't love that thottie
So I, I fell in-love with myself
I move low-key all that I know is stealth
I leveled up had to stack up my wealth
Caught all them passes like my name was Self

And I know
That I get too caught in my head
But on a side note
I am not god can′t forget oh woah

Called on the plug to get more
Angels been cleansing my soul
She′s only happy on phone
Instead of grew I outgrow'd
You
And you know that it′s true
How is it my fault
And it's all because of you
I could never fall
Imma ball with my dudes
You know who to call
When I′m all on the news
And I didn't ever waste your time
I heard you been doing coke
But you can stay inside the lines
You exploited all my weaknesses
And made a homie cry
And your brother hit me up
Just to say that I′m the guy
Oh man, not to mention this again
I was made for this life
To love my family and my friends
I could sell out an arena or a pack
It just depends
I don't do it cause I want to
I just do it cause I can oh yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Status quo
That should go
I been in and out of shows
I been taking pictures with bitches
That I don't even know
Got a girl
But I guess that goes to show
When you young and pretty
You could sell a skeleton a bone
Things out my control
I can′t control it
It′s in Gods hands
I ain't talking Drake
But I just know
This is Gods plan
I been on my way
This is fate
Check the timin′
I've been on the road
Selling shows
Steady grindin′

Baby girl you get no say
Badadada, dadada
You done fucked up
You fucked up