Текст песни Dropped Babies - Travis Thompson

We drop babies
Perusing the block jaded
A minute til mom call
A quarter til cross faded
It ain't nothing you could tell me bout the world bitch
It ain't nothing you could tell me bout the world bitch
We drop babies
Raising they stock crazy
A second til I'm on
A minute til I make it
It ain't nothing you could tell me bout the world bitch
It ain't nothing you could tell me bout the world bitch
Whoever need to hear get the fuck up off my dick
I been cavaliering, steering no appearance for a grip
Ain't no fakes inside my heart and ain't no vacants in my clique
Ain't no patience in my pot and ain't no pacing I'm on ten
I feel adjacent with your favorites
Matter fact I know they scared
I done introduced my self to legends who were so aware
Pray they expedite my come up like, I'm real this shit not fair
And throwing Cuba Gooding punches in my room with no one there
Shit is better late than ever
But the love is still belated
But its better paid than ever
So I guess it's worth the wait
Pick the bar up
We drop babies
Perusing the block jaded
A minute til mom call
A quarter til cross faded
It ain't nothing you could tell me bout the world bitch
It ain't nothing you could tell me bout the world bitch
We drop babies
Raising they stock crazy
A second til I'm on
A minute til I make it
It ain't nothing you could tell me bout the world bitch
It ain't nothing you could tell me bout the world bitch
We drop babies
Perusing the block jaded
A minute til mom call
A quarter til cross faded
It ain't nothing you could tell me bout the world bitch
It ain't nothing you could tell me bout the world bitch
We drop babies
Raising they stock crazy
A second til I'm on
A minute til I make it
It ain't nothing you could tell me bout the world bitch
It ain't nothing you could tell me bout the world bitch