paroles de chanson 18 - SmooveDonn

And the melody your eye
And the melody your eye
And the melody your eye saw too

Smoove
Nigga that sample is crazy
People call me young and dumb cause I ain't done enough
My life is changin' I turn eighteen in a couple months
I know that graduation money finna come in clutch
I gotta take adult problems on the chin like an upper cut
Them bills finna stack like jenga
Niggas said I wouldn't make it spittin' Rap like Jada
Kissin' up to me when they see me get paid for this music I been a slave to
That's why I'm slow to open up like we still stuck in phase two
The way they bruisin' my mental is stupid wicked
These women see my potential and use me as a ticket
As if I'm suppose to take 'em and provide em with a way out
And stamp 'em with a purse and fashion birkin' bags are played out
I'm runnin' game like Irvin magic work the mattress lay down
You only get one night with me don't think finna stay round and lay up
Kick her from the crib and tell her stay up
That trynna stick around stuff will mess my whole day up
Look how my old relationships turned out ain't got to say much I'm cold hearted
The lover boy in me was so garbage
My simp tendencies turned me into a whole target
And that turned me into a whole artist shoot I had to grow smarter
Going through that pain just made me flow harder
And now its time to stack and go larger boy my flow is so water
Niggas ride my wave just like a coast guarder
I got my team ballin' out just call me Coach Carter jumpin' out the gym
White women say I'm so awesome
I'm so cold with this rappin' my runny nose is coughin'
I'm sicker than covid twenty one hoes know I'm nauseous
Drip so hard they comparin' me to a broken faucet
I flood the streets with this music higher than Noahs ark
(Omg)
(Smoove you gotta chill)
Nigga you know the vibes
Who you know this nice with a scary flow like a poltergeist
I control the price told 'em low the lights like its open mic
I will overwrite every single bar that you showed me twice
My phone buzzin' but I never been one of the phony type
She want a follow back talkin' bout how I owe her likes
And how I think I'm Hollywood baby I live a lonely life
I'm wonderin' if it crossed her mind does she know me like
I could just ruin her life and forget all about it over night
She want a follow back
Like who's fault is that
Nigga I'm fallin' back