paroles de chanson this far. - qnt

Can't even find a flow on this shit
Surpised I made it this far in this bitch
Pass me cup, sipping tea on monk shit
Y'all be capping 'bout shit, y'all selling dogshit
I got good chemistry, with my own beats
Dad-son, type of connection organically
What the helly? Got a lot good shit in my belly
I been sipping on that Turkish shit daily
Swerving my way out the valley
Think I saw a shooter, he wasn't Israeli
Them bitches gotta muhfuckin' pay me
I do a lot of shit lately
Not Bieber, I'd love my bitch, really

Pour-pour-pour my cup up
Pass that bih-bih
Pour my cup
Pass that bih and pour my cup
Can't believe I made it this far

Pour my cup up
Pass that bih
Pour my cup
Pass that bih and pour my cup
Can't believe I made it this far

See a lot of hoes, but none of them are truly worth it, foreally
I want at least one to feel me and fill me
I'm gonna go and break me a treaty
Gotta be happy with my life, 'cause what else would it be?
Almost this entire track is me, not a wannabe
Fought my demons enough, they already let me be
How many paracetamol pills I took?
Shit, I don't know
Maybe three?
I get into their talks regularly
They think, I'm there, but I'm high on my own lies
Fuck a plane, I'm fly

Pour-pour-pour my cup up
Pass that bih-bih
Pour my cup
Pass that bih and pour my cup
Can't believe I made it this far

Pour my cup up
Pass that bih
Pour my cup
Pass that bih and pour my cup
Can't believe I made it this far