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lirik lagu two – imsickofjun & c2d

[verse 1: c2d]
i find it hard to breathe, got me standing still
you know it’s not me, am i even real?
i’m sippin’ on that lean, got me sitting still
roll me up a blunt, i get high as h*ll
run me up my bands, man i’m getting it
i got good gas, put you on yo ass
i don’t really need you, you don’t really need me
they watch my life like tv
i’m smoking on gas, that green green
you don’t really know me
they act like they don’t see me
you can’t come up close to me
you can’t count up o’s with me
you can’t chase all these hoes with me
i hate how they all pressing me
baby i’m so impressed with you
got some nеw designer jeans, spеnt two hundred on these jeans
and lately i’ve been under pressure
i find myself acting so extra
i smoke everyday on the calendar
i get high everyday on the regular
my brain foggin’ up, call it nebula
i’m singing for love, opera
hearing my voice and you fall in love
i got tears in my eyes, they keep falling
on my phone and i wish you was calling
i’m gettin’ my bread, boy, i’m balling
i’m gettin’ my bread, stop the talking
i want your love, baby, stop stalling
d*mn, f*ck what you call ’em
i’m tired of havin’ these problems
i really wish i could go solve the*
[verse 2: imsickofjun]
might come and go, but you know what, this sh*t won’t just f*cking change
people come and go, they gon’ use you for what you need then fadeaway
yeah, livin’ this day to day
yeah, i can’t regret what i said
’cause i seen these people, they change for the fakes
and i seen the money go change the ways
doin’ a 180 for some of that guap
livin’ excuses, man, they don’t just stop
they changing opinions, they changing they thoughts
thought they was ya homies but they was just not
so i gotta keep my lil’ circle small
and for all my day ones, i’ma just ball
i’m sharing this sh*t, even if i’m on call
if they not eating, i’m eating at all
and i’m not eating even if i got guap
don’t need to get even with none of my opps
these b*tches just worried bout if i’m gon stop
i’m getting this money, man, f*ck what you thought
[?] knocking at my door, asking for all these handouts, last year they swear i would flop
your b*tch be all up on instagram, takin’ these pictures with you but you know you can cry
’cause them b*tches f*cking with me
declining your calls, when they be with me
instead of you, i’m the one she gon’ see
she said you was boring, she party with me
complaining to me about all of the problems she has
including about how much you need, all of her attention
seems like your life is in pieces
her standards, man, you do not meet
gotta just keep it a buck
the drugs in my head, they gon’ get me just stuck
i’m taking advices, just never enough
it’s hardly a problem, but when i get stuck in my head, man, i don’t know who to just trust
constantly stuck in this case, that i can’t get out
that’s why i be fiending for l*st
i can’t be thinking about all of this sh*t that i did
sh*t, it was what it was

- imsickofjun c2d

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