paroles de chanson Stuck in My Ways - Kid Bookie

I've been stuck in my ways (Ways)
Feelin' like I'm gonna explode
I'm already on the verge of clutching a gauge? (Gauge)
Bullet with your name on it, or my name
Just depends how I feel on the day (Day)
All this bullshit I'm just seein' stuck
(Yeah) I just wanna be away
(I don't even wanna be around you)
(To tell the truth, you little shit, I can't stand you)
(See you sittin' with a bitch, that's sick)
(Fat pussy, nice tits, suck a good dick)
I just wanna be away
(You puff your big weed, your shit bamboo)
(The type of flow make a brotha go koo koo)
(A l'il man can't do what I can do)
(I'm the big dog 'round here)
I just wanna be away

666, Misfits
Sick of this shit, cryptic
Even big tips, any sick prick
Thinkin' that he's gonna click-click
For my clique bitch then you need to think big
When you get an inkling tell me what the fuck you wanna do
I'm sittin' here, just thinkin' that I'm gonna bother you
But a lot I've changed 'til you can't stop it no more
I'm just gonna be cookin' up this crack (Gimme the recipe then) Every single days a fuckin' struggle, hustle, bustle
On these motherfucking streets
I bust on someone, cry the one I'm bustin'?
Over to your shoes, and you can't move
I'm losing faith again, forsaken them
Mercedes is still a makin' 'em look alien
I lost all my pain in 'em, they make 'em open up their cranium
A stadium of energy cannot hold me on titanium
Come mill these fiends and seize the common
Meaning and fuckin' change again?
What the hell have I be, wait
Hundred percent of the effort I'm givin' is real
Livin' is sinnin' is truly beginnin' to fail
Syllable killers, I call on my witness, it only gets sicker
That's hip from this slip from this robe is really required is minimal skill
Ahead of my time, I'm tellin' you boy
You pivot whenever delivering everything guys
Except for the reason I get for surviving
Incredible legends are giving me life
The minute I finish, the minute she give me
She love me, so give us a critical hit list
I'm feeling so brilliant I'm really pop-friendly

I simply was spittin' these lines

I've been stuck in my ways (Ways)
Feelin' like I'm gonna explode
Am I really on the verge of clutching a gauge? (Gauge)
Bullet with your name on it, or my name
Just depends how I feel on the day (Day)
All this bullshit I'm just seein' stuck
(Yeah) I just wanna be away
(I don't even wanna be around you)
(To tell the truth, you little shit, I can't stand you)
(See you sittin' with a bitch, that's sick)
(Fat pussy, nice tits, suck a good dick)
I just wanna be away
(You puff your big weed, your shit bamboo)
(The type of flow make a brotha go koo koo)

(A l'il man can't do what I can do)

(I'm the big dog 'round here)
I just wanna be away

Pushin' from the pressure from the showers
Feelin' like a minute but I'm goin' on for hours
Then I get, I know I gotta use (Wait)
Runnin' the curve, runnin' the world, doesn't even mean
Running away, never the same, circle back to me
One of the ingrates has landed
None of your minds have expanded
Never the gang is disbanded
Who of you taken redhanded?
I just wanna be away, away from the eyes that judge me
The ears that assume, the mouths that won't shut up
You're losin' focus, you broke us, you know you can't give up
Pick out your part but it's pointless
And now it won't add up, fuck!
What do you want? What is it you really need?
Is it enough? Taking enough, just let it bleed
Like a broken record does, total like we're movin' on
It's only repetition now
It's only repetition now
It's only repetition now
Jesus Christ, gimme a buck, dee on duck
I just wanna move
Who says the devil can't smile?

Who wants to sleep for a while?
Who loves the feeling of denial?

Who couldn't see it for a mile?
Who was afraid of the draw?
Who says the devil can't smile?

I've been stuck in my ways (Ways)
Feelin' like I'm gonna explode
I'm already on the verge of clutching a gauge? (Gauge)
Bullet with your name on it, or my name
Just depends how I feel on the day (Day)
All this bullshit I'm just seein' stuck
(I don't even wanna be around you)
(To tell the truth, you little shit, I can't stand you)
(See you sittin' with a bitch, that's sick)
(Fat pussy, nice tits)

(Suck a good dick)
I just wanna be away
(You puff your big weed, your shit bamboo)

(The type of flow make a brotha go koo koo)
(A l'il man can't do what I can do)
(I'm the big dog 'round here)
I just wanna be away

I just wanna be away
I just wanna be away
I just wanna be away