Guilty
I'm not looking for love
I'm looking for gloves
I left my prints on the cup
I'm guilty as fuck
I can't stop thinking about
The blood in her mouth
And every time I figure it out
I'm waiting around
I'm getting real sick of myself
And holding a belt
I'm tired of fucking ducking from twelve
And hiding from wealth
Cause I just wanna burn the cash
She shaking her ass
I'm tryna fit a Glock in the bag
Right next to the tabs
And all black diamonds that shine
On top of the nine
And papers saying all of it's mine
I'm taking my time
And that's the fucking problem I got
I stand on the block
Fucked up, planning to plot
I do it a lot
I don't got the age to spare
I'm far from there
Kept all the souvenirs
To prove I cared
And that shit got me where
I'm still right here
Talking to a kick and snare
So stop and stare
Dreaming bout Louis bags
That's filled with cash
Fuck that shit you had
Cause nothing lasts
I need shrooms and gas
I'm cool with acid
Anything else I pass
I keep it classy
Bitch I'm smoking crazy
Not too far from eighty
Twenty-one got six more years to make it
Say that shit but twenty-one's amazing
I done seen a lot of lives taken
Moved to Southside like fuck a basement
Never been okay with my location
Always felt like all my seconds wasted
Get up out this state and then I'll make it
Give it time and I'm that motherfucker
Never lied when I said that I loved her
Never lied when I said that's my brother
Only thing I'm trusting is my cutter
Toss the keys just bring me back Bacardi
Damn who got some dope up in this party
Stash upstairs I know that I ain't lost it
She ask am I high I tell her hardly
Hold my liquor better than my temper
I get way too stressed around December
Memories been fucking up my mental
Complicated tryna keep it simple
I been fucking up
I'll be fine if I can keep the money up
Thinking bout it way too much it start to fuck my stomach up
I don't beef with nobody baby we can cut it up
I'm the O one there won't ever be a runner up
Ode to the ones that I lost in the process
Did what I could what I want in the context
Try to show love when I can I don't talk much
They gone come round by the time that I'm bossed up
Rocking shit I dropped a bag on like it ain't cost much
I don't ever keep the tags on it if I bought some
Hit the blunt or take a shot baby it's a toss up
Asking why I keep the mask on me like I robbed some
You and me could match the twin Glocks go and pop some
Text on my phone telling me I need to drop some
Shouts out to Boston bitch shouts out to Runtz
Smoking this shit got me high as the sun
Keep making music and killing my lungs
I need at least a few m's when I'm done
Guess I don't feel you don't mean that I'm numb
I'm just suppressing this shit with this rum
I'm looking for gloves
I left my prints on the cup
I'm guilty as fuck
I can't stop thinking about
The blood in her mouth
And every time I figure it out
I'm waiting around
I'm getting real sick of myself
And holding a belt
I'm tired of fucking ducking from twelve
And hiding from wealth
Cause I just wanna burn the cash
She shaking her ass
I'm tryna fit a Glock in the bag
Right next to the tabs
And all black diamonds that shine
On top of the nine
And papers saying all of it's mine
I'm taking my time
And that's the fucking problem I got
I stand on the block
Fucked up, planning to plot
I do it a lot
I don't got the age to spare
I'm far from there
Kept all the souvenirs
To prove I cared
And that shit got me where
I'm still right here
Talking to a kick and snare
So stop and stare
Dreaming bout Louis bags
That's filled with cash
Fuck that shit you had
Cause nothing lasts
I need shrooms and gas
I'm cool with acid
Anything else I pass
I keep it classy
Bitch I'm smoking crazy
Not too far from eighty
Twenty-one got six more years to make it
Say that shit but twenty-one's amazing
I done seen a lot of lives taken
Moved to Southside like fuck a basement
Never been okay with my location
Always felt like all my seconds wasted
Get up out this state and then I'll make it
Give it time and I'm that motherfucker
Never lied when I said that I loved her
Never lied when I said that's my brother
Only thing I'm trusting is my cutter
Toss the keys just bring me back Bacardi
Damn who got some dope up in this party
Stash upstairs I know that I ain't lost it
She ask am I high I tell her hardly
Hold my liquor better than my temper
I get way too stressed around December
Memories been fucking up my mental
Complicated tryna keep it simple
I been fucking up
I'll be fine if I can keep the money up
Thinking bout it way too much it start to fuck my stomach up
I don't beef with nobody baby we can cut it up
I'm the O one there won't ever be a runner up
Ode to the ones that I lost in the process
Did what I could what I want in the context
Try to show love when I can I don't talk much
They gone come round by the time that I'm bossed up
Rocking shit I dropped a bag on like it ain't cost much
I don't ever keep the tags on it if I bought some
Hit the blunt or take a shot baby it's a toss up
Asking why I keep the mask on me like I robbed some
You and me could match the twin Glocks go and pop some
Text on my phone telling me I need to drop some
Shouts out to Boston bitch shouts out to Runtz
Smoking this shit got me high as the sun
Keep making music and killing my lungs
I need at least a few m's when I'm done
Guess I don't feel you don't mean that I'm numb
I'm just suppressing this shit with this rum
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Writer(s): Tristan Jewell
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