Текст песни Venting in Vetements - Billie Essco

Let the bridges you burn light ya way
Please forgive me
Let the bridges you burn light ya way
Please forgive me

I′m venting in vetements ya picture my desktop
I gave my life to the game like I'm Brett farve
Throw my 4s up high ocho the lane gang
Pillow talking to a cold bitch is a No no code uno you broke it
A cold bitch and I can′t trust it
She try to pop it when I'm poppin baby I don't want it
I ain′t fronting shorty point me to the money
Cuz my sister had another surgery on her stomach
And I′m tryna tell my momma quit hit job next Sunday
Tryna build houses with my dad in Kumasi
I'm tryna race the Ferrari with west in the mazi
I can see a king in the mirror with inherited wealth
But I keep comparing it to all the plaques not on the shelf And I ain′t see the worth
Gift and curse
That hearse circle round brain more than several times
Until i realize your life worth several lives
Stay wise what I learned from my ghetto ties
All the things I scene with these ghetto eyes
Street signs and yellow lines what a wicked time
They tryna kill us so why should I just quit Die
I rather ride into glittered sky

Ride out niggas ride out

I ain't spoke to Diarra since California
Just know ya mom in prayers I know that GOD is working on you; one of the illest
I′m In my feelings and Christian Dior slippers still the realest still
That nigga that you wondering
Mitchy bring the thunder in