lirikcinta.com
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 5k flow – holloway

Loading...

[verse 1: holloway]

yeah
you wanna get hoes
i wanna get checks
fresh out the well
and i ain’t get wet

niggas want respect
but never clocked in
niggas claiming that they’re gonna release
but never locked in

feel like i’m boxed
inside of a maze
been stressing for days
i feel the pressure and it’s headed my way

niggas want my next project
i tell them it’s a process
they say that i’m a prophet
i don’t feel the same

i’m not perfect
at times i get out of line kind of
trump can suck a d-ck
not donald but teanna

i’m a problem child
in the eyes of a white man
but if i wear a suit and tie
and tell them that i’m light skin

[chorus]

i might be straight
if not, i got some shit upon my plate
i drink, i stress, i think, i meditate
my momma tell me it’s gon’ be okay

she said baby it’s gon’ be okay
maybe it’ll be okay

[verse 2: holloway]

baby girl i had a good time
but no i can’t stay
seems like the more i c-m
the more you push me away

blame it on my dna
you see, i never learned properly
to love a woman
therefore i awkwardly stray

it’s like i’m stuck in my ways
but yet i still try to find it
-ss so phat
that i still get behind it

maybe i’m childish
maybe i’m blinded
maybe i should be reminded
about my set backs and dreams that i chase

feeling like the devils right in my face
and trying to get me to play
i’m feeling tempted
but maybe if i pray then

[hook]

i might be straight
if not, i got some shit upon my plate
i drink, i stress, i think, i meditate
my momma tell me it’s gon’ be okay

she said baby it’s gon’ be okay
maybe it’ll be okay

[verse 3: holloway]

you was my homie
truth is, you barely even know me
only hit me up favors, hoes
and bread that you still owe me

but slowly dog
i got to know the real you
you ain’t even got the juice
but yet you still pretend to

used to defend you
niggas threw dirt on your name
and sent you with hate
i was like “nah man, i know that he’s straight”

eventually i realized
you was a b-tch man
found out my stick man
was faker than the sprint man

now, if you ask me for shit
i wouldn’t give you a pot to piss
nigga
you’ve been dismissed

i am not for the fake shit
all i need is family and god
to beat the odds
and if i got it then

[hook]
i might be straight
if not, i got some shit upon my plate
i drink, i stress, i think, i meditate
my momma tell me it’s gon’ be okay

she said baby it’s gon’ be okay