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lirik lagu rick owens receipts – paris michael

(rick owens)

[verse 1]
time is money my n*gga i’m feeling timeless
i used to wish a bezzle into my timex
and jot rhymes in spines under my bronze desk
til’ i get some silver and sit it under my bronze neck
complex n*gga like nadeska
sapphire aventador, i push precious
want the matte black tesla
without giving bread to bezos investors
i’d rather just text plugs
and put my lil baby in a beamer
5’5, drowning in margiela, have you seen her?
too private, never hit the nеt like she serеna
but every time i see her
man it’s double 0, all love
and i heard your mixtape, ten songs, all duds
doctor tender love and care, yeah n*gga, all scrubs
and yo shorty she be calling talking bout her course load
and it’s probably cus i’m walking with tuition on my torso
’17 talking bout you balling and sh*t
’19 telling n*ggas that i’m calling it quit
2020 and you talking like you bossip and sh*t
xoxo stop gossiping b*tch
but i get it, i’m a hard target like my n*gga van damme
beat so hard it made the pistol in my hand jam
spotify to bandcamp
heard your ex*girl making paris michael fan cams
you need to make some bands man
bam bam throwing flint stones from glass houses
gucci carry*on to the brim with jacq blouses
chi’s very own, barry bonds, l to oo vuitton
and i have yet to do my telethon, b*tch i got the

(receipts)

[verse 2]
i keep my head above water
and my feet out the lake
keep my mom in my corner
and my demons awake
keep my pen to my paper
and my heart in my pockets
and i pray to my savior
that my ceiling won’t stop it
i was 17, ripping logic off of tumblr
writing lyrics bout women who simply give me they number
stealing mommas equipment, was just a mic and a cover
but i was rapping on singles before the dead of the summer
that “money longer” summer money wasn’t long enough
and i worried that my worries wasn’t strong enough
back and forth with scholarships the dollars just not adding up
school say i’m not black enough
guess the aid is half the luck, but one day i can

[chorus]
buy what i wanna
drink what i wanna
drive what i wanna
f*ck who i wanna
buy what i wanna
drink what i wanna
drive what i wanna
(f*ck who i wanna)
and i admit i’m trying
begging on my knees, won’t you see me when i’m riding
saving you a seat, i ain’t leaving til’ you by me
how i’m supposed to breathe when my feet are made for diving
never needed guidance baby
[verse 3]
but best of luck to next to me
i swear these n*ggas testing me
bout to get the best degree
too busy losing sleep on who’s been studying me s*xually
letting 5’10, empty women get the best of me
freshman year was heavyweight
lived next door to heaven’s gates
8am to 6pm, doing sh*t i barely hate
senior women call me baby til’ i came and set them straight
or til they came and set them straight
either way they never hate
and then i fell in love like a dumbass
cus’ more insecurity in college is a must have
orders of protection for my safety ended trust fast
the only papers finished second year was in a blunt passed
wasted time and crushed gas
so f*ck it man i’m dropping out
clocking in and clocking out
popping tags at barney’s cures depression when you plot it out
wasting bread on ssense, cus if i slit my throat i’ll do that sh*t with vvs’s
i’m praying that this necklace let me

[chorus]
buy what i wanna
drink what i wanna
drink what i wanna
drive what i wanna
and maybe i lost focus, sleeping on your sofa
but hopefully you didn’t notice, that i’m too cool for hopeless

- paris michael

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