paroles de chanson Seen That Movie Before - Mawcus

Ugh, yeah
Harco, one time, eight-six-oh, one time
I'm from the cut, one time, this for the rut, one time
This for the curb, one time, this for the burbs, one time
Yeah, yeah, yeah, look
Desire my hot car, I'm pouring pot out jars
Cause the things we seen on the screen that's not ours
And these- mad far, ugh

Why the good past niggas, always wanna be the hood pass niggas
Knowing damn well it took mad niggas
I seen that movie before
And why these hood rat bitches, never strive more than to look bad
Bitches ain't nothing new in the score
To get the game right, I took mad misses
I ain't free from being looked at different
Cinematic my course, this sound just like my fickle past
Now I use my time wise, don't just sit and pass

Tethered dreams, my fellow envy the Medellin
CMB, Escobar rubber bands, and moving Meech
Vixen-visions with them wagons, and them belly rings (I hear you)
Poppin' bottles, coddled, turn ups at the telly flings
Funny how I wrote them bars at seventeen
But it ain't funny, I know quite a few in heaven's beams
Commemorated in heinous, for playing movie scenes
Emulating sins in cinema, but miss the moral theme (Now what that mean?)
Shit, ya same brother coppin' v's the same brother coppin' pleas
You ain't learn? Rico was a rodent for that cottage cheese
Paid in full and in too deep, J Reed prolly owe God a hundred keys
Oh mercy me, I prolly owe God a hundred keys
All these doors open for me, but never crossed
My pride prevented, bent on other scenes
I outgrew my citadel, I don't see allure in
Finger-fucking digi-scales, gotta press for more

Why the good past niggas, always wanna be the hood pass niggas
Knowing damn well it took mad niggas
I seen that movie before
And why these hood rat bitches, never strive more than to look bad
Bitches ain't nothing new in the score
To get the game right, I took mad misses
I ain't free from being looked at different
Cinematic my course, this sound just like my fickle past
Now I use my time wise, don't just sit and pass

I heard 'em say she the baddest, she a natural
Verified, she very fine, the type seen as emphatic
Used to be a sucker for her sassy, slim thick, and hips hold the fatty
She so lavish, but, emblems just don't hide the baggage
Got no goals, she ain't Katniss, clout corrosive, pass on pageants
Came up khakis sitting on Nike kicks, bussing to the magnet
Now it's tracksuits to my temperament, was never known for tacky
And never room for negligence up in my house of habits
But naivete, procrastination, riding with me passy
Til' I crashed, the odds was with me, no slick talking how I macked it
Yet it flung me in adulthood, I felt the rite of passage
And all that's rough in the road been inspo to write a passage
I always had the presence, I don't always need a drumroll
Tasteful, roll a facial, Mother Nature, puffing Humboldt
Adversity gon' work for me, how diamonds birthed up from coal
I'm known for how I word it, but the best of stories untold

Why the good past niggas, always wanna be the hood pass niggas
Knowing damn well it took mad niggas
I seen that movie before
And why these hood rat bitches, never strive more than to look bad
Bitches ain't nothing new in the score
To get the game right, I took mad misses
I ain't free from being looked at different
Cinematic my course, this sound just like my fickle past
Now I use my time wise, don't just sit and pass (Sit and pass)