paroles de chanson Couldn’t. Sleep. - Ommz

(PLATA O PLOMO)
(Está bien?)
Couldn't sleep thru my teens,
tension made my head fly
Now I'm stepping thru the west side,
Stepping in some dead nikes
There was mud caked in,
from the trips taken
But ain't no complaining,
had to do it causally
bro jus dropped a grand of green
Numbers in the book
you would think it's a faculty
Back strap the hash
gonna relax actually,
plans stay silent
can't let it fall back on me
15 with a pack of green
16 had the maddest dreams
17 lost jets bro lost his family
18 got grabbed but
now that can't happen
head on a swivel
it be charged like a battery
Hounslow to Battersea,
up and down the main roads
Chasing these pesos,
while trading these pesos
6 months then it's case closed,
going down the bait roads,
switch it the side road,
used to have my mind closed,
but now I got the nice flow
Henny in the cup with the ice that's a nice flow
Lemme slow it, I was going corner
for a drink now I'm toking
Black Raws that I'm rolling,
gushers then I'm zoning
Boxed in feeling
like I'm trapped,
bro was 16 searching for a mash,
my teens were kinda mad
I was never bad
but we were up and down them flats
Trying to grab some cash
Couldn't sleep thru my teens,
tension made my head fly
Now I'm stepping thru the west side,
Stepping in some dead nikes
There was mud caked in,
from the trips taken
But ain't no complaining,
had to do it causally
bro jus dropped a grand of green
Numbers in the book
you would think it's a faculty
Back strap the
hash gonna relax actually,
plans stay silent
can't let it fall back on me
15 with a pack of green
16 had the maddest dreams
17 lost jets bro lost his family
18 got grabbed
but now that can't happen g
head on a swivel
it be charged like a battery
Plans stays silent,
Money stays violent
Busy ducking sirens
but the broker be rising
10 percent up in a week
Grab me a a maggy
let's refresh for the Ps
Get paid out residuals come clean,
2023 NYC with the gs,
busy sipping ice tea
not sipping lean
New year new samples you know how it be
New year new money,
sipping Tennessee with a
likkle honey
(Whoosh)
(ZMT ON THIS BITCH)
Couldn't sleep thru my teens,
tension made my head fly
Now I'm stepping thru the west side,
Stepping in some dead nikes
There was mud caked in,
from the trips taken
But ain't no complaining,
had to do it causally
bro jus dropped a grand of green
Numbers in the book
you would think it's a faculty
Back strap the hash
gonna relax actually,
plans stay silent
can't let it fall back on me
15 with a pack of green
16 had the maddest dreams
17 lost jets bro lost his family
18 got grabbed but
now that can't happen
head on a swivel
it be charged like a battery