paroles de chanson little things - guccihighwaters

Haven't left my house in days
Still getting paid from the SoundCloud plays
Swear the best don't impress me
You were like my bestie, why you're trying to press me?
Fuck beef, leave it all in the past
Thinking 'bout you, should be focused on the cash (On that money)
I'm hurt, need an ice pack
Snap me a selfie 'cause I really like that (You're beautiful)

It's the little things
Don't fuck with the bitter things, no-oh-oh
I'm trash, and you're littering
My mom always asks why I'm twittering (It's called Twitter)

Ask me what I be when I grow up
That question make me wanna throw up
My lesson I will never learn from
Build bridges, get hot when they burn up
Rather turn you down for the turn up
One of your friends said they'd hit me with the burner
Down to take shots to the face
But not the ones that leave me fucking leaking out my veins (Fuck that)

I got two ears for a reason
But they just turn red when it's below freezing
Crack the window, let the breeze in
Oh, I'ma go ghost, then blame it on the season
That's some shit I would do, and you know that
It's a Thursday, baby, you should throwback
Well, if not, I'm sorry
Didn't really mean to play you like Atari

It's the little things
Don't fuck with the bitter things, no-oh-oh
I'm trash, and you're littering
My mom always asks why I'm twittering