Текст песни Days Off - Hotboy Burr

I don't know too much
About taking some days off
I'm stuck in my ways
Till they pay off
See hustlers never get laid off
No time for a waste
Cross him off
Heads I'm around
Are the inverse
Of soft
Making my rounds
And I will not get lost
Feel like a croc
When I'm in that Lacoste
Price to be boss
And I'm paying the cost

I don't know too much
About taking some days off
I'm stuck in my ways
Till they pay off
See hustlers never get laid off
No time for a waste
Cross him off
Heads I'm around
Are the inverse
Of soft
Making my rounds
And I will not get lost
Feel like a croc
When I'm in that Lacoste
Price to be boss
And I'm paying the cost

On the topic of transit
I prefer to step
Evidence that we ran shit
Tears blood n the sweat
And when living in madness
One will get wet
Opposition pure sadness
Shown no respect
By god if it's up then
I guess that it's up
Let me establish
I don't give a fuck
Makers mark 46
All in my cup
Them spliffs
That I roll
Got the holiest puff

I don't know too much
About taking some days off
I'm stuck in my ways
Till they pay off
See hustlers never get laid off
No time for a waste
Cross him off
Heads I'm around
Are the inverse
Of soft
Making my rounds
And I will not get lost
Feel like a croc
When I'm in that Lacoste
Price to be boss
And I'm paying the cost

I don't know too much
About taking some days off
I'm stuck in my ways
Till they pay off
See hustlers never get laid off
No time for a waste
Cross him off
Heads I'm around
Are the inverse
Of soft
Making my rounds
And I will not get lost
Feel like a croc
When I'm in that Lacoste
Price to be boss
And I'm paying the cost

Ya dig
Nothing like Them
We some opposites
To no surprise
They stay talking shit
Pay em no mind
I got guap to get
And false confidence
Hasn't a place
In my consciousness
Loaded the sticks
On the block
I spin
And had to fall off
But I'm not again

I don't know too much
About taking some days off
I'm stuck in my ways
Till they pay off
See hustlers never get laid off
No time for a waste
Cross him off
Heads I'm around
Are the inverse
Of soft
Making my rounds
And I will not get lost
Feel like a croc
When I'm in that Lacoste
Price to be boss
And I'm paying the cost