paroles de chanson Tax Season - Pat Williams

I might take the summer just to stack up in the safe
It's a bummer runner-ups think that reactions are the wave
Double tapping, typing captions got you casted for a play
That description fit you perfect - what's the purpose in your saying?
What's your purpose?
If you ain't catch it, that's okay
If you really 'bout that action then you capping like you say
It's a dog day afternoon, broadway, It's a dog day damn it
Paws stay on the granite, pause for cameras and I'll wait
Yeah, 'til the commas come in bundles
Right nows the calm before the storm
The allure - packing condoms in a huddle
Good dick, bubblegum is what they're wanting, ain't troubleshooting with you losers
Come get yours solved if you want it - me and my dogs like Jumanji
Call a spade a spade my AKA's all day beasting
Since the paper chase my pace been always speeding
1-800 beat a rapper, toe tag 'em - I guess he's in his bag huh?
Trash talk get deleted, I don't need it, yeah

You ain't really work if you ain't been through it, yeah
I just made some money, count it up and blew it, yeah
I just ran it up, I'm running out - I'm doing laps
Please don't hit my line, you ain't bout getting taxed
Blew it, yeah
I just made some money, count it up and blew it, yeah
I just made some money, count it up and blew it
Please don't hit my line

You don't need no photo-op, when you fresh and clean as I
And she tells me I got jokes, I don't got no meme's in mind
And she talk 'bout me a lot, even when we speak in private
Fuck me before I hit my prime, click bait - bandwagon time
Yeah, what's your dragon sign? I mean, your horoscope
I done seen some horror don't you sign me up for Maury Show
She could tell where I've been, I go to hell if I sin
I don't embellish my lies, I'ma tell mine like it is

Fast life remedies, crash site, last night ended me
Past like a half life literally, anti-everything
Camera got my good side - as if I had a bad side anyways
Bad vibe get away, what am I supposed to do with all this money on me?
Funny faces, pull up on the block, junkies calling
Working Sunday to Sunday, you Sunday morning
Whole team moving in unison
Most get the bag and don't know what to do with it
Guarding my garden need flowers and ou
I can still smell 'em, ain't no telling
Best friend passing, heroes passing
I can't call it, what he'd want for me
Got me on ten, adding zeros after arms length, yeah

You ain't really work if you ain't been through it, yeah
I just made some money, count it up and blew it, yeah
I just ran it up, I'm running out - I'm doing laps
Please don't hit my line, you aint bout getting taxed
Blew it, yeah
I just made some money, count it up and blew it, yeah
I just made some money, count it up and blew it
Tax Season coming, Tax Season coming

Rain stop falling on me
Rain stop falling on me
She just want a, love like
Thug life, she a little jaded
Sometimes, when the mood is right
With closed eyes she'll call me baby

Tax Season coming, Tax Season Coming
Tax Season coming, Tax Season Coming