BROADWAY
Shit I'm bored up, all this money I'm going up
You can see me throw it up
Dancers, stripers, foreigners
Shit I'm bored up, all this money I'm going up
You can see me throw it up
Dancers, stripers, foreigners
Shit I'm bored up, all this money I'm going up
You can see me throw it up
Dancers, stripers, foreigners
Shit I'm bored up, all this money I'm going up
You can see me throw it up
Dancers, stripers, foreigners
I was serving my fiends at 16
That shit got grinding my teeth
Follow my check by the week
Now she got all the trappers on team
And you stop talking to me like I am not new
My twenties are blue, that ain't nothing new
They gripping it too
I do not love you but it used to be you
Changes, change of paces
Change of faces
Around me, they follow me
They round on me, yo
Suddenly, suddenly they count on me
Text me I'm on broadways
Red carpets and tie ways
And I'm tired away, tired of waiting,
Constantly I be lying away, nah
My chain is beautiful
I'm in this bitch, cuz I ain't gonna sit in a cubicle
Do this shit musical, my flow is cubical
Wait for the bitch to land, I'm in the terminal
Shit I'm bored up, all this money I'm going up
You can see me throw it up
Dancers, stripers, foreigners
Shit I'm bored up, all this money I'm going up
You can see me throw it up
Dancers, stripers, foreigners
Ride with the top down
It's kind of cool, because I'm fallen thru
See nothing in you
You can see me throw it up
Dancers, stripers, foreigners
Shit I'm bored up, all this money I'm going up
You can see me throw it up
Dancers, stripers, foreigners
Shit I'm bored up, all this money I'm going up
You can see me throw it up
Dancers, stripers, foreigners
Shit I'm bored up, all this money I'm going up
You can see me throw it up
Dancers, stripers, foreigners
I was serving my fiends at 16
That shit got grinding my teeth
Follow my check by the week
Now she got all the trappers on team
And you stop talking to me like I am not new
My twenties are blue, that ain't nothing new
They gripping it too
I do not love you but it used to be you
Changes, change of paces
Change of faces
Around me, they follow me
They round on me, yo
Suddenly, suddenly they count on me
Text me I'm on broadways
Red carpets and tie ways
And I'm tired away, tired of waiting,
Constantly I be lying away, nah
My chain is beautiful
I'm in this bitch, cuz I ain't gonna sit in a cubicle
Do this shit musical, my flow is cubical
Wait for the bitch to land, I'm in the terminal
Shit I'm bored up, all this money I'm going up
You can see me throw it up
Dancers, stripers, foreigners
Shit I'm bored up, all this money I'm going up
You can see me throw it up
Dancers, stripers, foreigners
Ride with the top down
It's kind of cool, because I'm fallen thru
See nothing in you
Credits
Writer(s): Eriks Antonevics
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