Chuuwee - Brick Mansions lyrics
[Chuuwee - Brick Mansions lyrics]
I think this would be the closest
Thing to teardrops shit sounds
Exactly like pain
Ay hello bare Hell, goodbye Heaven
The false prophet, I burn like 9 11
In the nighttime fall
Pushed past the series 7 like
I never got to own no car
Gotta do better, this is
My open letter to the public of forgetters
Soul-searchin' through the rain, sleet
Snow, any weather, come down selector
I thrive to be high keeps me sane in my mind
You can smell it on my sweatshirt
How many cash cows can I milk in my network?
Or will I get the chance
To really obtain a net-worth?
Can't go a day without
Wakin' feelin' pestered
I steady feel complacent can't
Execute my measures and if I die now
Keep it real how I feel
I don't think i'd get a
RIP Tweet nor a sweatshirt
Life is a bitch and i'm
Trying not to sweat her
Karma don't exist and i'm
Trying to forget her
For every dime i sold and every lie I told
To every dime I told it, just know
That I was mentally focused, on a goal
But, you always try to play
You don't know this
And wonder why you can't be
The one who was closest
All you ever wanna do is cuddle on the sofa
If I could make a move to
Bring you just a bit closer
The hustle isn't something
Anyone could approach
You must always remain dolo as
To not fuck dough ugh
How do you make cheese when
Social status is king?
Publicist on the rage
But they ain't postin' a thing
I open up my heart with a
Pistol and let it sink
My bandcamp money was poppin' for 40-weeks
Now i'm, lonely as I started the departed
Who's only main focus was his
Money and his artistry
Friendships are highly overrated when
I'm part of them rather be alone in the
Rain blunt sparkin this
Thing to teardrops shit sounds
Exactly like pain
Ay hello bare Hell, goodbye Heaven
The false prophet, I burn like 9 11
In the nighttime fall
Pushed past the series 7 like
I never got to own no car
Gotta do better, this is
My open letter to the public of forgetters
Soul-searchin' through the rain, sleet
Snow, any weather, come down selector
I thrive to be high keeps me sane in my mind
You can smell it on my sweatshirt
How many cash cows can I milk in my network?
Or will I get the chance
To really obtain a net-worth?
Can't go a day without
Wakin' feelin' pestered
I steady feel complacent can't
Execute my measures and if I die now
Keep it real how I feel
I don't think i'd get a
RIP Tweet nor a sweatshirt
Life is a bitch and i'm
Trying not to sweat her
Karma don't exist and i'm
Trying to forget her
For every dime i sold and every lie I told
To every dime I told it, just know
That I was mentally focused, on a goal
But, you always try to play
You don't know this
And wonder why you can't be
The one who was closest
All you ever wanna do is cuddle on the sofa
If I could make a move to
Bring you just a bit closer
The hustle isn't something
Anyone could approach
You must always remain dolo as
To not fuck dough ugh
How do you make cheese when
Social status is king?
Publicist on the rage
But they ain't postin' a thing
I open up my heart with a
Pistol and let it sink
My bandcamp money was poppin' for 40-weeks
Now i'm, lonely as I started the departed
Who's only main focus was his
Money and his artistry
Friendships are highly overrated when
I'm part of them rather be alone in the
Rain blunt sparkin this