Andy Mineo, Phonte, Christon Gray - Donuts lyrics
Andy Mineo [Andrew Aaron Mineo] Syracuse, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Andy Mineo, Phonte, Christon Gray - Donuts lyrics]
Goin' goin'
Would you still be good to me? Goin'
Could you still be good to me? Goin'
Would you still be–?
Yeah, this one for donuts
This one for all the grownups
I keep my cards close 'cause
I don't deal with jokers
Man, I'm sick of bein' dope
But why they hardly notice?
And these the joints that never sell
But yo, they still the coldest, ha
This feel like Philly
A steak down at Ishkabibble
The things I scribble make you think a little
They tell me to choose a side
But, I decided to pick the middle
I can handle that, and yo
The kid could dribble an over-thinker
With the ink I'm like Tinker Hatfield
At will, design rhymes in 20 years
You tryna think of mind over mattress
Blinded by the fatness
It's hard to live righteous
But, I'm tryna practice
And me and Del collect the addresses
Of anyone who ever hated went to Hallmark
Bought all the cards
That said "Congratulations"
Waitin' for the day to pay myself
To mail these cards out
They all say "You played yourself"
That's so petty my wife said I need a mani
I been nervous, bitin' my nails 'cause, look
I don't got no plan B
I remind myself that my worth is not in sales
His purpose gotta prevail
We planted a church
Inhale happy thoughts, exhale negativity
With this Macintosh, I make apple sauce
Better believe it
See, in this life there's only three
Things that you can depend on:
That's death, taxes, and Jesus
They all get you
Aye, and yeah, they all get you
Goin' would you still be good to me?
Goin' would you still be good to me? Goin'
Big breath this one's for donuts
A sweetness anyone can taste
Words from Uncle Tay
Your relative is crunk and
Drunken at your function
With a Krispy Kreme or a Dunkin'
Singin' through a Telefunken and spelunkin'
Through the sunken place
For 16 bars, been sick and got discharged
Rap was a wrap like a Swiss wrist watch
He ain't lookin' like a weird
Mishmosh in freaks and geeks
Then I don't understand, damn
Am I this washed?
But this get part–Tigallo flow still flawless
And so lawless, I'll prolly get disbarred
Signed seal, get a notary
Wait till they get a load of me
My peeps who molding me could
Never see this far
Your boy made it out of Fraggle
Rock to Iron Man and Ragnarok
And 4K HD straight off the Magnavox
Not to be a chatterbox
Just in my bag handin' out some
Bars in the real world
All y'all co-stars is faux pas
They Lars and the real girl
Manufactured affection for a
Plastic connection
But my selection slow and low like brisket
Get a plate, sop it up with a biscuit
On the couch, toes out, with your spouse
Watchin' "Love It or List It"
Tigallo bring the soul and the mischief
And we do it like this, one time
Goin' yes sir
Would you still be good to me? Goin'
Be good to me, baby
Would you still be good to me? Goin'
But could you still be good to me when
I don't even know where I'm goin'?
But could you still be good to me when
I don't even know where I'm goin'?
Would you still be good to me? Goin'
Would you still be good to me? Goin'
Could you still be good to me? Goin'
Would you still be–?
Yeah, this one for donuts
This one for all the grownups
I keep my cards close 'cause
I don't deal with jokers
Man, I'm sick of bein' dope
But why they hardly notice?
And these the joints that never sell
But yo, they still the coldest, ha
This feel like Philly
A steak down at Ishkabibble
The things I scribble make you think a little
They tell me to choose a side
But, I decided to pick the middle
I can handle that, and yo
The kid could dribble an over-thinker
With the ink I'm like Tinker Hatfield
At will, design rhymes in 20 years
You tryna think of mind over mattress
Blinded by the fatness
It's hard to live righteous
But, I'm tryna practice
And me and Del collect the addresses
Of anyone who ever hated went to Hallmark
Bought all the cards
That said "Congratulations"
Waitin' for the day to pay myself
To mail these cards out
They all say "You played yourself"
That's so petty my wife said I need a mani
I been nervous, bitin' my nails 'cause, look
I don't got no plan B
I remind myself that my worth is not in sales
His purpose gotta prevail
We planted a church
Inhale happy thoughts, exhale negativity
With this Macintosh, I make apple sauce
Better believe it
See, in this life there's only three
Things that you can depend on:
That's death, taxes, and Jesus
They all get you
Aye, and yeah, they all get you
Goin' would you still be good to me?
Goin' would you still be good to me? Goin'
Big breath this one's for donuts
A sweetness anyone can taste
Words from Uncle Tay
Your relative is crunk and
Drunken at your function
With a Krispy Kreme or a Dunkin'
Singin' through a Telefunken and spelunkin'
Through the sunken place
For 16 bars, been sick and got discharged
Rap was a wrap like a Swiss wrist watch
He ain't lookin' like a weird
Mishmosh in freaks and geeks
Then I don't understand, damn
Am I this washed?
But this get part–Tigallo flow still flawless
And so lawless, I'll prolly get disbarred
Signed seal, get a notary
Wait till they get a load of me
My peeps who molding me could
Never see this far
Your boy made it out of Fraggle
Rock to Iron Man and Ragnarok
And 4K HD straight off the Magnavox
Not to be a chatterbox
Just in my bag handin' out some
Bars in the real world
All y'all co-stars is faux pas
They Lars and the real girl
Manufactured affection for a
Plastic connection
But my selection slow and low like brisket
Get a plate, sop it up with a biscuit
On the couch, toes out, with your spouse
Watchin' "Love It or List It"
Tigallo bring the soul and the mischief
And we do it like this, one time
Goin' yes sir
Would you still be good to me? Goin'
Be good to me, baby
Would you still be good to me? Goin'
But could you still be good to me when
I don't even know where I'm goin'?
But could you still be good to me when
I don't even know where I'm goin'?
Would you still be good to me? Goin'