bumblebee - two thousand forest trees & boko lyrics
[verse1]
flight of the bumblebee, somebody humble me
honey don’t matter when you’re stuck in a money tree
pent up anger in the eyes of the madden
picking up the lines to my pattern
on my legs let me k!ll
up never gеt (down leaning on a pearl loss)
this b*tch nevеr get (learn love from a girl toss)
never know hoe talk (never know ’til i learn loss)
sip c ’til this b*tch don’t go lost (these drugs never don’t stop)
stung down from a
and these hoes so entitled like these n*ggas all mine
sunk my t**th in cause people hiveminding
no logic to my words, i’m non stopping
i’m one hundred on these n*ggas, bumble f*ck near a filter
dropping near a tower, so i’m breaking down the pillar
tinted in my black car, with my black car
f*ck near a black bar, a black bar yeah
[verse 2]
yellow, yellowstone, yellow bone, yellow what (working nine to five)
f*ck a nearly perfect tint of yellow on my yellow tone, yeah (never stop)
imma need some color on my back
maybe yellow, maybe black (drink the petty pop)
maybe both, gimme that (never f*ck ’til the top)
never been much of a trick not
take me out my grave with a chevy to my name
n*ggas standing on my frame
not caucasian not the same
got, got, got, got, got paint on my new car
lit the sky up like a new spark
judge my crime on race like a new cop
took dope on my grave wrote too f*cked
[verse 3]
yeah
semi down to shoot automatic
took too much lean, now my color i be static
no more stinger when you stung
no more cig stain on my lung
life went easy when you learned to think
cause before i only stated now i’m standing on my drink
yeah, never knew
yeah, never knew
[bridge]
yeah, never knew when these n*ggas go up
so i’m stuck down, down in the mud
never knew that my n*ggas would love
the money more then my love
and now i’m not seeking no saint
i’m writing my name on the cake
candles die in the grave
i been eighteen with your head at the end of the date
yeah
one time
one time
one time
[verse 4]
never knew what i got ’til it’s gone
i’ve been singing lines for a b*tch upper don
mint in my chips
make this b*tch go homeless
no flower given so b*tch stop hoping
only player no crimes
now i’m only sixth on the fifth with an ace
i’m losing on my grip stay put n*gga ate
fat with the cash but the money go to waste
the needle in my arm been put, yeah you late
Random Song Lyrics :