Spill (feat. Bas)
This shit feel like Barcelona in July
Ayy, Komari fucked this shit up, man
Too much tequila
I'm spilling my cup, I'm spilling my heart
Let me know, can you keep a secret
And treasure my trust, so I don't feel lost?
You know they just approved the Visa
Now I don't give a fuck, so we can get lost
And if they wanna play, I'll pull the Nina
And let it all out to protect our love, yeah
Uh, used to eat the rice with dirty dishes, yeah, yeah
Now the curry got a different pigment, yeah, yeah
My cousin going blind and losing interest
Gave my aunty ten stacks just so she could see the vision, yeah, yeah
You see the cut and my stitches
Gave up the 'Gram 'cause I don't like pictures
Understand, I'm a motherfucking menace
If it ain't about the bands, it ain't none of my business
Now I'm sipping too much tequila
I'm spilling my cup, I'm spilling my heart
Let me know, can you keep a secret
And treasure my trust, so I don't feel lost?
You know they just approved the visa
Now I don't give a fuck, so we can get lost
And if they wanna play, I'll pull the Nina
And let it all out to protect our love, yeah
Come on, baby, come on, baby, listen
It's hard to open up, you know the liquor gonna fix it
Patron up in my cup, when I get wavy, shit is different
Young New Yorker with the Timbs, but I've never been timid, ah
Come on, baby, come on, baby, listen
It's hard to open up, you know the liquor 'bout to fix it
The messy in my cup, when I get wavy, shit is tilted
If I get to telling secrets, can you make the right decisions? Yeah
Uh, never liked attention
Back and forth with music like a finish, yeah, yeah
These labels ain't see the vision
I was billboards out in Times Square, independent, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm through with the obsession
Left my girl and I flew into depression
You hit thirty and then changed your whole perspective
Like, I feel the pressure
Uh, I'm second-guessing
Now I'm sipping too much tequila
I'm spilling my cup, I'm spilling my heart
Let me know, can you keep a secret
And treasure my trust, so I don't feel lost?
You know they just approved the visa
Now I don't give a fuck, so we can get lost
And if they wanna play, I'll pull the Nina
And let it all out to protect our love, yeah
Can you make the right decision?
'Cause I've been sipping
I can't, I'm off of too much tequila
It got me wanting to pull up and spit up all of these feelings
I wonder if you would hear it
Underwater, what you call it when a tree fall and everyone hear it?
You know I'll be there in spirit
Fuck what they talk, I wanna get more
And that shit harming my being, don't see the stars anymore
Just see the stars in my ceiling and broken hearts in the sink
Dishes we crushed in a pile and she can't find the receipt
I ain't been home in a while
It make it harder to smile
Tequila soften the brain
You found the key to my heart, watch me swallow the pain
'Cause we don't all cope the same
It's three Gs in here, we don't smoke the same
Come on, baby, come on, baby, listen
It's hard to open up, you know the liquor gonna fix it
Patron up in my cup, when I get wavy, shit is different
Young New Yorker with the Timbs, but I've never been timid, ah
Come on, baby, come on, baby, listen
It's hard to open up, you know the liquor 'bout to fix it
The messy in my cup, when I get wavy, shit is tilted
If I get to telling secrets, can you make the right decisions? Yeah
Ayy, Komari fucked this shit up, man
Too much tequila
I'm spilling my cup, I'm spilling my heart
Let me know, can you keep a secret
And treasure my trust, so I don't feel lost?
You know they just approved the Visa
Now I don't give a fuck, so we can get lost
And if they wanna play, I'll pull the Nina
And let it all out to protect our love, yeah
Uh, used to eat the rice with dirty dishes, yeah, yeah
Now the curry got a different pigment, yeah, yeah
My cousin going blind and losing interest
Gave my aunty ten stacks just so she could see the vision, yeah, yeah
You see the cut and my stitches
Gave up the 'Gram 'cause I don't like pictures
Understand, I'm a motherfucking menace
If it ain't about the bands, it ain't none of my business
Now I'm sipping too much tequila
I'm spilling my cup, I'm spilling my heart
Let me know, can you keep a secret
And treasure my trust, so I don't feel lost?
You know they just approved the visa
Now I don't give a fuck, so we can get lost
And if they wanna play, I'll pull the Nina
And let it all out to protect our love, yeah
Come on, baby, come on, baby, listen
It's hard to open up, you know the liquor gonna fix it
Patron up in my cup, when I get wavy, shit is different
Young New Yorker with the Timbs, but I've never been timid, ah
Come on, baby, come on, baby, listen
It's hard to open up, you know the liquor 'bout to fix it
The messy in my cup, when I get wavy, shit is tilted
If I get to telling secrets, can you make the right decisions? Yeah
Uh, never liked attention
Back and forth with music like a finish, yeah, yeah
These labels ain't see the vision
I was billboards out in Times Square, independent, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm through with the obsession
Left my girl and I flew into depression
You hit thirty and then changed your whole perspective
Like, I feel the pressure
Uh, I'm second-guessing
Now I'm sipping too much tequila
I'm spilling my cup, I'm spilling my heart
Let me know, can you keep a secret
And treasure my trust, so I don't feel lost?
You know they just approved the visa
Now I don't give a fuck, so we can get lost
And if they wanna play, I'll pull the Nina
And let it all out to protect our love, yeah
Can you make the right decision?
'Cause I've been sipping
I can't, I'm off of too much tequila
It got me wanting to pull up and spit up all of these feelings
I wonder if you would hear it
Underwater, what you call it when a tree fall and everyone hear it?
You know I'll be there in spirit
Fuck what they talk, I wanna get more
And that shit harming my being, don't see the stars anymore
Just see the stars in my ceiling and broken hearts in the sink
Dishes we crushed in a pile and she can't find the receipt
I ain't been home in a while
It make it harder to smile
Tequila soften the brain
You found the key to my heart, watch me swallow the pain
'Cause we don't all cope the same
It's three Gs in here, we don't smoke the same
Come on, baby, come on, baby, listen
It's hard to open up, you know the liquor gonna fix it
Patron up in my cup, when I get wavy, shit is different
Young New Yorker with the Timbs, but I've never been timid, ah
Come on, baby, come on, baby, listen
It's hard to open up, you know the liquor 'bout to fix it
The messy in my cup, when I get wavy, shit is tilted
If I get to telling secrets, can you make the right decisions? Yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Dave, Anik Khan, Komari Bailey, Bas
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