paroles de chanson Paper Route - ShittyBoyz

I can't open up my heart, aye
I can't open up my heart, aye
I can't open up my heart, hell nah, I can't open up my heart
ShittyBoyz

I can't open up my heart
It was dark in the deep, playin' with them sharks
Playin' in the dark, bitches playin' with my heart
So hell nah, bitch, I can't open up my heart
Open up my heart? I'd rather open bank accounts
Fraud of the rap, pray that we make it out
On the road, dodgin' hate, on the paper route
Open up my heart? Bitch, open a bank account

Karma snuck on me like a hiccup
Don't ask what's the score, nigga, we up
[?] put your seat up
Turn the block to Kalahari, bro wet the street up

Foreign pain, that's an extra bar to the face
Wearing BAPE in Chase, that's an extra shark in the bank
OT with some extra cards and they blank
In a foreign whip, that's an extra star in the Rafe

SB be the gang but it's more to it
Gassed up, nah, fuck a break, can't afford losing
Life like Fortnite, I been storm juking
Pulled the stick out of Star Wars, I'm a stormtrooper

Niggas talkin' 'bout that rain, I was standing in a hurricane
In a dark place, just prayin' I don't go insane
Worry about our next if yo mama tryna maintain
Now we really up, told Bando pass the champagne

Ha-ha, bitch choosin' off the Bin Reaper
Pockets jumpin' off the jacks like a gym teacher
Used to be city City Trends, now it's big beavers
I'm either slamming freak bitches or chip readers

Do the dash in a foreign, Lightning McQueen
Throw a fist, you gon' end up fighting a beam
Bin scorch, think my pocket on ninety degrees
Skating back to the future, I'm flying a beam

Niggas don't get no cheese, are y'all lactose?
Thought I was tying my shoe, I was reaching for the strap though

Red tips, blue beam, Zap Zone
Big dripper, step back from the splash zone

Sent him to the Big Dipper with my slapbox
ShittyBoyz broke? Throw that cap on

Bitches in the car screamin' with they flash on
First team scam stars, bitch, check the stats, bro

I can't open up my heart
It was dark in the deep, playin' with them sharks
Playin' in the dark, bitches playin' with my heart
So hell nah, bitch, I can't open up my heart
Open up my heart? I'd rather open bank accounts
Fraud of the rap, pray that we make it out
On the road, dodgin' hate, on the paper route
Open up my heart? Bitch, open a bank account

Where the opps? That they came to a conclusion
Now we really up, they can forget about us losing
Now we really ballin', think he need a substitution
But I be bussin' ass, need to boost my attribution