ninewaters - thing for you lyrics
[ninewaters - thing for you lyrics]
Hey can you guys hear anything?
You know what I heard?
I hear the sound of you shutting the fuck up
Let's see, seven?
What the fuck are you talking about?
Down brat
Loner, but I'm not a poser
Leave me all alone with a
Bottle and it's over
Yeah, I feel more at peace when I'm sober
But I have affinity for the odour
Yeah, I kinda have a thing for you
I sing for you, but I'm not simping for you
Yeah i'll give my strings to you
I'll drink with you, grow wings for you
Yeah, my world was up in
Flames 'til I saw you
And you think you've gone insane
Baby poor you now I've gotta up my game
'cause I'm takin' you first
If you manage to escape thеn
I'm wishin' you the worst
My angels told me that I'm
Runnin' out of choicеs
The devil's on my shoulder and
I'm hearin' all these voices
I don't pay them no attention
I'm just turning my back
I'm confused at what he's saying, yeah
He's probably smoking crack
(Seven) I'm with my boys, we don't slack
Yeah, we movin' like a pack
Gettin groovy, Michael Jack
Get the money, cop a jag
Promethazine inside my bag
Say we don't like you, that's not cap
Everything we say is fax
Sometimes I'm walkin' by myself
I know I said I didn't lie
But that's a lie in it'self
I could've been more honest when I
Said I didn't need help
I kind of miss havin' feelings
Left them up on the shelf
Yeah, you know I kinda hate you
But I'm wishin' you well
All the time I spent alone
I been burning in hell
I miss the person that I used to
Be 'cause now I'm a shell
We were both at the top
But then the both of us fell
Loner, but I'm not a poser
Leave me all alone with a
Bottle and it's over
Yeah, I feel more at peace when I'm sober
But I have affinity for the odour
Yeah, I kinda have a thing for you
I sing for you, but I'm not simping for you
Yeah i'll give my strings to you
I'll drink with you, grow wings for you
Down bad, down bad
We right here man, Justin Bieber in the hood
White boy, sing that shit
Down, down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down, down, down bad
You know what I heard?
I hear the sound of you shutting the fuck up
Let's see, seven?
What the fuck are you talking about?
Down brat
Loner, but I'm not a poser
Leave me all alone with a
Bottle and it's over
Yeah, I feel more at peace when I'm sober
But I have affinity for the odour
Yeah, I kinda have a thing for you
I sing for you, but I'm not simping for you
Yeah i'll give my strings to you
I'll drink with you, grow wings for you
Yeah, my world was up in
Flames 'til I saw you
And you think you've gone insane
Baby poor you now I've gotta up my game
'cause I'm takin' you first
If you manage to escape thеn
I'm wishin' you the worst
My angels told me that I'm
Runnin' out of choicеs
The devil's on my shoulder and
I'm hearin' all these voices
I don't pay them no attention
I'm just turning my back
I'm confused at what he's saying, yeah
He's probably smoking crack
(Seven) I'm with my boys, we don't slack
Yeah, we movin' like a pack
Gettin groovy, Michael Jack
Get the money, cop a jag
Promethazine inside my bag
Say we don't like you, that's not cap
Everything we say is fax
Sometimes I'm walkin' by myself
I know I said I didn't lie
But that's a lie in it'self
I could've been more honest when I
Said I didn't need help
I kind of miss havin' feelings
Left them up on the shelf
Yeah, you know I kinda hate you
But I'm wishin' you well
All the time I spent alone
I been burning in hell
I miss the person that I used to
Be 'cause now I'm a shell
We were both at the top
But then the both of us fell
Loner, but I'm not a poser
Leave me all alone with a
Bottle and it's over
Yeah, I feel more at peace when I'm sober
But I have affinity for the odour
Yeah, I kinda have a thing for you
I sing for you, but I'm not simping for you
Yeah i'll give my strings to you
I'll drink with you, grow wings for you
Down bad, down bad
We right here man, Justin Bieber in the hood
White boy, sing that shit
Down, down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down, down, down bad