Текст песни Popular Man (feat. Jake Crocker & Ariana DeBoo) - Sam Lachow , Ariana Deboo , Jake Crocker

Find myself by myself
I got problems, vices, I bite with 'em often
I like to be off of my rocker, I'll stop a promise but baby
Why's a hundred dollar bill rolled up on all the plates?
I like the look of money right next to my entrée
I see some Jack in ya glass-per that is and how she be sippin'
So baby show me the money I got a road for two-fifty
I hope you wake up tomorrow with a headache and say sorry
You'll probably say that you'll take a break but can't wait 'til it's Friday
I been up the last three days; I'm out of commission, listen, don't ask me favors
A week later we'll snip straws, keys, plates, and other women I'm running like "bye, be safe"
These days we love to make suppers
Forget whatcha picked up at a witch cupboard
Whoops, thank god I guess, shit I probably should've thought ahead
Ugh
A quarter-pound in my kitchen, baby, a couple tricks up my sleeve
They call me Ken Sniffey Junior when I step to the plate, but always walk alone when I leave (kick it with me)
I got my back against a brick wall and a fence
When I was young I was wrong, I thought it all wouldn't end
Now I'm on my last hundred in cash
Tryna make it home with a hundred dollars left
I got my back against a brick wall and a fence
When I was young I was wrong, I thought it all wouldn't end
Feeling like a popular man, when I was in the dark underground with the band