Matador
I don't know what you was waiting for
In LA and I got the dawgs with me
Like I travel with a pack of Labradors
Way I'm dodging all the hate lately
Know I'm really feeling like a matador
Really tired of these feelings
Need some new ones that I've never had before
Every atom in my being wants this
Which one really matters more?
Really running out of patience
Know I really had to go and fucking gather more
SZA cut I go and chop it off
Since you really thought this a Love Galore
I just need a lil effort out ya
Know you tried some, I need a lil more
Last quarter of the year made me fifty racks
Know I need fifty more
Cold nights on the couch
Used to give me back problems
Used to get me sore
Way I'm putting all these numbers up
You can put me into fucking any sport
How the only time I feel rich
Is when I finally hear the fuckin henny pour?
In the cut I'm through a hidden door
Metamorph I'm in a different form
I barely drive the new whip
I should probably go and race it more
Paid attention, pay my dues, pay whatever
Just to never fuckin pay the courts
I really saw it all
I was ready, swear to god, like a day before
I really had to stay the course
How the fuck you really hate me for it?
I don't know what you was waiting for
In LA and I got the dawgs with me
Like I travel with a pack of Labradors
Way I'm dodging all the hate lately
Know I'm really feeling like a matador
Really tired of these feelings
Need some new ones that I've never had before
Every atom in my being wants this
Which one really matters more?
In LA and I got the dawgs with me
Like I travel with a pack of Labradors
Way I'm dodging all the hate lately
Know I'm really feeling like a matador
Really tired of these feelings
Need some new ones that I've never had before
Every atom in my being wants this
Which one really matters more?
Really running out of patience
Know I really had to go and fucking gather more
SZA cut I go and chop it off
Since you really thought this a Love Galore
I just need a lil effort out ya
Know you tried some, I need a lil more
Last quarter of the year made me fifty racks
Know I need fifty more
Cold nights on the couch
Used to give me back problems
Used to get me sore
Way I'm putting all these numbers up
You can put me into fucking any sport
How the only time I feel rich
Is when I finally hear the fuckin henny pour?
In the cut I'm through a hidden door
Metamorph I'm in a different form
I barely drive the new whip
I should probably go and race it more
Paid attention, pay my dues, pay whatever
Just to never fuckin pay the courts
I really saw it all
I was ready, swear to god, like a day before
I really had to stay the course
How the fuck you really hate me for it?
I don't know what you was waiting for
In LA and I got the dawgs with me
Like I travel with a pack of Labradors
Way I'm dodging all the hate lately
Know I'm really feeling like a matador
Really tired of these feelings
Need some new ones that I've never had before
Every atom in my being wants this
Which one really matters more?
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Writer(s): Austin Mercaldi
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