a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

lirik lagu dexter’s lab – benny banks

[verse]
careful dancing with the devil, he might burn your feet
got my name above the door, you know i earn my keep
i done need a whole pie, i couldn’t take a piece
please don’t disturb my peace or disturb my p’s
i’m still running from police while i chase my dreams
sometimes happiness feel like a reach
you know i won’t talk about it unless i have receipts
you know i really gotta practice ‘fore i come to preach
it’s like nothing weren’t handed to me
i guess the pain just felt standard to me
hustling for dinner and my clothes became mandatory
cooking up a madness like dexter in his laboratory
lent my homie bread, he won’t even make a sandwich for me
if you can’t relate, i doubt you’ll ever understand me fully
tryna heal these wounds, n0body putting on a bandage for me
ever lost my feet then i remember who was standing for me
rent due, end of the month came up
you know my mama hate how her son came up
on the corner, pushing work until the sun came up
but at least she couldn’t say she see her son gave up
i be chasing bag, that’s why i’m always in a hurry
really show no interest if it ain’t about no money
tried to show you love and then your energy went funny
but how am i supposed to beg? that’s disgusting, sully
revisiting my feelings in the cemetery
all these b*tches love me, i keep turning them to enemies
i know that i’m toxic but it’s easy blaming genevieve
guess that all i do is add disaster to their recipes
tired of my own sh*t, i’m working on a better me
and i stopped being blind to god blessing me
if you don’t disturb my peace then it ain’t stressing me
h*lla weed, listening to bangers from the seventies
i know my own ego is deflatable
but i ain’t never met a b*tch who ain’t replaceable
man wanted loyalty but they ain’t capable
so normally i just f*ck then i’m unchaseable
white boy but i’m a black sheep
i’m still running through these packs like an athlete
it’s like fifteen pounds on the backseat
*rs*hole flapping, i just pray we make it back sweet
if we don’t, that’s a fifty grand l
too much on my plate, i can’t be stressing over girls
he who steer the ship will be deciding where it sells
please don’t disrespect me, i might steer it into h*ll
but what are we without ourselves?
that’s like kenan without kel or gelato with no smell
free my bruddas in their cells, [?] and give ’em bail
we just hope it isn’t jail for real
down in the dirt, i’ll really tell you how that earth taste
birthdays was the worst days
still ain’t met a b*tch who didn’t f*ck me on the first date
made her legs shake, you woulda thought it was a earthquake
ex had a baby, i’m just happy it weren’t mine
i wish her all the best but i’m still happy it weren’t mine
all i do is grind so my money can’t decline
hakkasan for some wagyu with the dumplings on the side
thought mans was the plug until he went to get his re*re
now every time he comes, you gotta drive him here to see me
then i checked my story and she always there to pree me
i friend zoned the b*tch and had her feeling like she phoebe
i’m like life’s a big elevator
secretive, i tell people i’m a decorator
benny really get to work, i’m a demonstrator
reminding you that they ain’t messing with my pen and paper
six figures in my bank but i’m still feeling broke
thank god, my daughter showed me that i’m rich at home
i probably woulda lost my mind if i lived alone
but ain’t n0body eat if i don’t bring it home

- benny banks

lirik lagu lainnya :

YANG LAGI NGE-TRENDS...