Don't Bother Me
I'm a visionary of many things
It's lights out, I'm a night owl
Im on FaceTime off the Hennessy
Off of one play, make a boatload
Cop a new golden set of teeth
Louboutons with the twinkle toes
Wish I had that shit when I was seventeen
Look at us now, kid
All my pockets mint colored, colored evergreen
Tried to really reach for it
They ain't never teach you its cool to fall short?
That ain't something you can fall back on
When you always filling tall orders
Touchdown, NYC
And I'm fucked up at the airport
Balancing on my two feet
While I moonwalk in these Air Jordans
Asked around, I hope I wasn't loud
I heard you hate it but I guess you're married still
P Town, but I bounce around
And now I'm in LA
Just like I'm Gareth Bale
I don't really run in circles, I don't move in loops
I don't do no carousel
Keep that energy away, put that shit away
You best keep it parallel
High as fuck, I swear I parasail
Grow a pair of balls, you embarrassed still
I'm like Barry Bonds on my Giant shit
While she at the room sniffin Paris Hilton
I been gone and yet I carry still
I might cough a lung
Swear I'm very ill
Your bread up and down
Like a Ferris wheel
Don't know what to tell ya
Don't bother me for no money
Don't come to me for that shit
Now you done lost the sauce, come on
Bruh, don't come to me for the drip
Don't bother me for no money
Don't come to me for that shit
Now you done lost the sauce, come on
Bruh, don't come to me for the drip
It's lights out, I'm a night owl
Im on FaceTime off the Hennessy
Off of one play, make a boatload
Cop a new golden set of teeth
Louboutons with the twinkle toes
Wish I had that shit when I was seventeen
Look at us now, kid
All my pockets mint colored, colored evergreen
Tried to really reach for it
They ain't never teach you its cool to fall short?
That ain't something you can fall back on
When you always filling tall orders
Touchdown, NYC
And I'm fucked up at the airport
Balancing on my two feet
While I moonwalk in these Air Jordans
Asked around, I hope I wasn't loud
I heard you hate it but I guess you're married still
P Town, but I bounce around
And now I'm in LA
Just like I'm Gareth Bale
I don't really run in circles, I don't move in loops
I don't do no carousel
Keep that energy away, put that shit away
You best keep it parallel
High as fuck, I swear I parasail
Grow a pair of balls, you embarrassed still
I'm like Barry Bonds on my Giant shit
While she at the room sniffin Paris Hilton
I been gone and yet I carry still
I might cough a lung
Swear I'm very ill
Your bread up and down
Like a Ferris wheel
Don't know what to tell ya
Don't bother me for no money
Don't come to me for that shit
Now you done lost the sauce, come on
Bruh, don't come to me for the drip
Don't bother me for no money
Don't come to me for that shit
Now you done lost the sauce, come on
Bruh, don't come to me for the drip
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Writer(s): Felix Deglane
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