20's ovtro. - black birdie lyrics
[intro]
one, two, three, four
[verse]
i don’t mince my words but you still gonna slice ’em and dice ’em
i broke down my worth then i doubled the price when i priced ’em
i don’t dress to impress, got no man but i ain’t pressed
lemme be good good on my own for a while to remember who i am
nights outta pocket, red cups with the white rims (mmm, mmm)
whole lotta strangers i’m kissin’ but god knows i don’t like ’em (mmm)
look at my body, look at my fits, i got bars, i make good hits
i make them beats how i beat down heavy
while i’m rockin’ with your b*tch (huh, yeah)
got the baddеst here on my left, go thе talent here on my right
if you talkin’ sh*t about me, next time i see you, then it’s on sight
if you ain’t got no bread then go to bed
your pockets is way too light
i’ll only let you hit it if you won’t throw a fit
kiss the n*gga goodbye
i gave you n*ggas my time, i gave you b*tches my patience
gave my heart to the world, got it back with some abrasion
twenties in rotation, sh*t feels like a simulation
partyin’ is my therapy and i call it medication
bottles in the bas*m*nt, tokin’ up in the attic
livin’ like a rockstar but my habits too erratic
tryna feel ecstatic, tryna let go of the static
skip another lecture, this degree in kelvin, i can’t match it
late night dinner runs, put my heartbreak on a plate
tryna sober up the pain, whiskey, ice and lemonade
s*x, drugs, rock ‘n roll, that’s the role that i play
burnin’ through papers for a decade just to heal the pain
my future’s on delay, put my presence on display
every wrong turn that i take is just another album i make
(no) i ain’t living perfect but i’m doing it my way
i’ma make it to my thirties, watch me laugh in your face (huh)
clock tickin’ fast but i ain’t gon’ stop it
locket, frame it, run outta time
bad decisions can turn into lessons i pocket
catch it, save it, won’t spend a dime
on a n*gga who claims that he knows what is best for me
disrespectfully got too much respect for me
i may be young but i ain’t hit my prime (yet, huh)
[hook]
love in abundance, you know i got plenty
(autobots, rollout in twenty)
tell all my friends not to call, just text me
(autobots, rollout in twenty)
i can make nice but i love getting messy
when you p*ss me off, that’s a pet peeve
i’m a lover and i do get petty
(autobots, rollout in twenty)
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