Bright Campa - HUMBLE lyrics
[Bright Campa - HUMBLE lyrics]
Woke up in the morning
Looking into the mirror
Man I am horny
Heading back to my room, there goes my bae
Smacking on the ass, know I got class
I better, not last
I better, not last
This is serious is this hilarious?
I feel like I'm in a simulation
What a show, flip two coins it was quarters
Fifty cents I count it, got out the pen
Counting blessings birthday spend
This so sad, I wish I'm doing glad
I wish you doing well and
Then you doing S'well
Some of them broke never last, two songs
It takes two songs to tango, hustling
Doing great
How's everyone doing today?
Hi my name is Campa (uh)
Nice to meet you, let's have a talk
I wanna talk about your thoughts
What's going on?
Don't get into my mind, it will feel like
I probably did a crime:
"what type of crime?"
(mm)
So I say
You must let go, must let go, must let go
If I die don't sow
Must let go, must let go, if I die, don't go
So I say
You must let go, I must go, must let go
You must let go
Must let go, must let go, if I die, don't go
Freestyling for the day
Campa don't give a fuck
Campa getting paid, run it back uh
(run it back)
Run it back to my plead, you understand?
You cannot get to me
Many niggas don't think
I talk a lot of shit
Many niggas don't think
I walk with the stick
And that's why your girl
Caught a nut on your lips
I feel so lit, I feel so lit
I am lit like a cigarette hehe
No bad officials and no bad officials
And see why
Don't you see I reapplied for why?
To get ready for the W's, never taking an L
Cause I'm doing swell
You must let go, must let go, must let go
If I die don't sow
Must let go, must let go, if I die, don't go
So I say
You must let go, I must go, must let go
You must let go
Must let go, must let go, if I die, don't go
So I say
Pick up the phone, let it be known
You put up a show, they called me a hoe
A lady, maybe, it’s been crazy lately
I wrote this song to put you on
Take it now, a message for a clown
Willing to ride with feens, to put us down
Made me frown, two sides clash in lies
Addicted to self, fishing for wealth
My neck around the belt
No one was there to help
Expect less, cause I’m always blessed
I’m made, hustled to passed the grades
Don’t play
You was made, treated like a maid
After getting laid
Pleaded during the meeting
See me, no one can reach me
Either with me or get off the streets
Looking into the mirror
Man I am horny
Heading back to my room, there goes my bae
Smacking on the ass, know I got class
I better, not last
I better, not last
This is serious is this hilarious?
I feel like I'm in a simulation
What a show, flip two coins it was quarters
Fifty cents I count it, got out the pen
Counting blessings birthday spend
This so sad, I wish I'm doing glad
I wish you doing well and
Then you doing S'well
Some of them broke never last, two songs
It takes two songs to tango, hustling
Doing great
How's everyone doing today?
Hi my name is Campa (uh)
Nice to meet you, let's have a talk
I wanna talk about your thoughts
What's going on?
Don't get into my mind, it will feel like
I probably did a crime:
"what type of crime?"
(mm)
So I say
You must let go, must let go, must let go
If I die don't sow
Must let go, must let go, if I die, don't go
So I say
You must let go, I must go, must let go
You must let go
Must let go, must let go, if I die, don't go
Freestyling for the day
Campa don't give a fuck
Campa getting paid, run it back uh
(run it back)
Run it back to my plead, you understand?
You cannot get to me
Many niggas don't think
I talk a lot of shit
Many niggas don't think
I walk with the stick
And that's why your girl
Caught a nut on your lips
I feel so lit, I feel so lit
I am lit like a cigarette hehe
No bad officials and no bad officials
And see why
Don't you see I reapplied for why?
To get ready for the W's, never taking an L
Cause I'm doing swell
You must let go, must let go, must let go
If I die don't sow
Must let go, must let go, if I die, don't go
So I say
You must let go, I must go, must let go
You must let go
Must let go, must let go, if I die, don't go
So I say
Pick up the phone, let it be known
You put up a show, they called me a hoe
A lady, maybe, it’s been crazy lately
I wrote this song to put you on
Take it now, a message for a clown
Willing to ride with feens, to put us down
Made me frown, two sides clash in lies
Addicted to self, fishing for wealth
My neck around the belt
No one was there to help
Expect less, cause I’m always blessed
I’m made, hustled to passed the grades
Don’t play
You was made, treated like a maid
After getting laid
Pleaded during the meeting
See me, no one can reach me
Either with me or get off the streets