paroles de chanson FLOOZY - TUESDAY

Petty points, haha your standards lowly
You don't know me, sucka
If you screw this up enough you might just have to pucker up to God
That other one
Reddish one that missed the sun
We hang out so I don't have to have a mister no one's son
Jump so high it hurts my temple
Attempt to forget my mental
The motion obstructing further
I can't catch a breath in at all
Cigarette smoke at the mall
Second hand chokes from the smog
Good luck to all that involves
Respect to all that involves

I've got the pitchfork tongue, coming out my mouth
Get the fuck out of here I'm heading down south, hell
I like the heat too much I'm fuckin' you up
Look at me with hate, I've got you with the uppercut, bitch

I praise my God for every day of my life
A couple bags of talent for me's all to suffice
I swipe off all your advice
Call-back to Tinder filled nights
Why's every rapper talk 'bout headlights
I'm just tryna cop a nighttime baby, fuck

Devil incarnate hide, in cold blue eyes
I'm dressed to kill from, all of the lies (Yuh)
I'm overwhelmed with the way I'm underestimated
I've got it all planned out
Killing is premeditated

Why does it make sense?
Why does it make sense?
Why does it have to make sense when you say that to me, oh
Why, why, why
Why does it make sense?
Why does it have to make sense when you say that to me?