Joeyy, ONE YEAR - Ups lyrics
[Joeyy, ONE YEAR - Ups lyrics]
I work at UPS, keep package on me
Waking up a wreck, that's baggage on me
If you want my touch then come disarm me
Keep my lil hoe with me, I'm farming
We defy the odds, Your team look odd
I got bloody soles like I'm
Stepping in the Bogs
Shirt I can't pronounce right
I bought it abroad
Different color mud, turn my soda to collage
(Vinso)
Dug it out the backyard, I divvy up with God
Touch 5-4-1 and you can rest up under sod
Don't exist til' I pop out
I feel like Santa Clause
I pray twice at dawn
By PM I'm double-crossed
If you wanted my life you could ask politely
Snake eyes on dice so God must like me
Chance to see me outside, not likely
The sneaks, they pricey
Copped it like my psyche
Tell me why you don't like me
I think I like me don't you like me
Tell my why you don't like me
I feel like I'm Joeyy, can you stain me?
(One year)
Pills in my espresso, extra pain please
I've been really paranoid lately
Friends acting shady so can
You really blame me?
X got me criss-crossed, baby
Can we lip-lock?
Blow me a kiss and I'll wear
It like it's lip gloss
Test me in the function
I swear I'll get pissed off
Shout out Lil Ways
In my bag like it's Ziploc
We could pop a tag in the mall
Get your shit on all these rappers sad
Talking down gets you shit on
Patek Philippe and you know
It don't tick-tock
You ain't like me, sitting at the tip-top
Joeyy, that's my big dog, shout out to Bigdog
I'm about that big talk, I like to shit talk
Thirty on the wrist watch
Let's take a quick walk
I can't make a shit song
You can go and kick rocks
Waking up a wreck, that's baggage on me
If you want my touch then come disarm me
Keep my lil hoe with me, I'm farming
We defy the odds, Your team look odd
I got bloody soles like I'm
Stepping in the Bogs
Shirt I can't pronounce right
I bought it abroad
Different color mud, turn my soda to collage
(Vinso)
Dug it out the backyard, I divvy up with God
Touch 5-4-1 and you can rest up under sod
Don't exist til' I pop out
I feel like Santa Clause
I pray twice at dawn
By PM I'm double-crossed
If you wanted my life you could ask politely
Snake eyes on dice so God must like me
Chance to see me outside, not likely
The sneaks, they pricey
Copped it like my psyche
Tell me why you don't like me
I think I like me don't you like me
Tell my why you don't like me
I feel like I'm Joeyy, can you stain me?
(One year)
Pills in my espresso, extra pain please
I've been really paranoid lately
Friends acting shady so can
You really blame me?
X got me criss-crossed, baby
Can we lip-lock?
Blow me a kiss and I'll wear
It like it's lip gloss
Test me in the function
I swear I'll get pissed off
Shout out Lil Ways
In my bag like it's Ziploc
We could pop a tag in the mall
Get your shit on all these rappers sad
Talking down gets you shit on
Patek Philippe and you know
It don't tick-tock
You ain't like me, sitting at the tip-top
Joeyy, that's my big dog, shout out to Bigdog
I'm about that big talk, I like to shit talk
Thirty on the wrist watch
Let's take a quick walk
I can't make a shit song
You can go and kick rocks