Текст песни Obsessed - Bareman

Cos its Call to collect
Dog flipped 2 zips
Like what did you expect

The stoned got the sticks
Now these niggas get pressed

I don't want promise
I just want a bet

Cos none of these promises
Getting me cheque

Finance the comfort
It Kept in my vest

Cant ask for nothing
My foot on their neck
Come get rid of these bastards
Thats giving me stress

Only Pick up the phone
When they wanna impress

But I got that pineapple like
Like its express

When we pouring the tech
Ice be up to the neck

Now they winding me up
Like they got sum cassettes

I stuck them like the flu
They feel me in the chest

Now its coming in 2's
Money do a duet

They be sucking the seed
But they want the success

Really I passed her
I gotta confess

See you gotta digress
When you bout to finesse

Imma type of dreamer
With a couple of the demons
That be Right down in the pitts
Like i was reppin for the steelers

Standing with the fans
Nigga We All up in the bleacher
Gottem Trainin in my sessions
Imma give my track a feature

Call a couple females
Sort a Couple margaritas
Now you Better call the cleaner
Cos we Got a couple creamers

Man you should of seen em
Wouldn't ave believed em
Went ahead and shut my eyes
I had a couple screamers

Talked a few numbers they called me obsessed
All I wanted was houses im over addressed
Got couple more names
Gotta smoke out the stress

Always stopped by the pig
Ion give no respect

They Wanna suspect
They gon try and inspect
Maybe under the bench
And they didn't even check

Now they All on their toes
Like Money minuet

They still rushing me in
Like I be the roulette

I gotta swim up the stream
Dirt on my hands
I got money to clean

Darkened the fruits
T gonna call it cuisine
She go straight for the head
Call that bitch guillotine

Jumped with two feet
I slip it right in the seem
Got the money on-top
Got my life in between

Please do not ask me i'll do it again
Man I got my regime
Looking like a routine

Cos its Call to collect
Dog flipped 2 zips
Like what did you expect

The stoned got the sticks
Now these niggas get pressed

I don't want no promise
I just want a bet

Cos none of these promises
Getting me cheque

Finance the comfort
It Kept in my vest

Cant ask for nothing
My foot on their neck
Come get rid of these bastards
Thats giving me stress

Only Pick up the phone
When they wanna impress

I got more pineapple than the
Express

When we pouring the tech
Ice be up to the neck

Now they winding me up
Like they got sum cassettes

I stuck them like the flu
They feel me in the chest

Its coming in 2's
Money do a duet

They be sucking the seed
But they want the success

Really I pastor
I gotta confess
Man you gotta digress
When you bout to finesse

Glory glory glory
Its an Auditory story
You can Check the inventory (what)
I got hella categories
Tell 'em I can't do no patience
Might just skip the Purgatory
Imma Step up to the plate Like
I got the hella multistories
Tell me that She gon' need mo
Now that i gotta find dory

And imma just stick with my woe
We got that depository

I put that shit on the go
Better than the ones before me
They know im sippin that sloe
Hold it while I'm still recording

Cos its Call to collect
Dog flipped 2 zips
Like what did you expect

The stoned got the sticks
Now these niggas get pressed

I don't want no promise
I just want a bet

Cos none of these promises
Getting me cheque

Finance the comfort
It Kept in my vest

Cant ask for nothing
My foot on their neck
Come get rid of these bastards
Thats giving me stress

Only Pick up the phone
When they wanna impress

I got more pineapple than the
Express

When we pouring the tech
Ice be up to the neck

Now they winding me up
Like they got sum cassettes

I stuck them like the flu
They feel me in the chest

Its coming in 2's
Money do a duet

They be sucking the seed
But they want the success