K Camp, RARE Sound - Cry to You lyrics
Kristopher Thomas Campbell
[K Camp, RARE Sound - Cry to You lyrics]
Section 8 just straight cooked
The motherfucker up let's go
Tell me where it all ends
The bigger you get, you feel like
All the problems, deserve 'em
But that's where it begins (yeah)
Too many strangers try to give
Me daps and hugs but they are not my friends
Gimme my flowers, right now
While I'm walkin' this Earth
And forgive me for my sins (yeah)
Forgive me my sins (Go)
I know I got problems and
You got some problems, too
And if you ain't livin' right
Demons gon' follow you
I'm in my feelings and don't wanna bother you
Don't wanna bother you, I need a bottle, too
Fuck on an actress and fuck on a model, too
Talk to the heavens, you know I'ma cry to you
Talk to the heavens, you know I'ma cry to you
I cannot lie to you
You know they proud of you (Let's go)
You know they listenin'
You know they stalkin' you
You know they peepin' when you drop a album
Too roll me some kushy and flow
Like some Auto Tune
I need to vent, yeah, I gotta see mama soon
Fuck on these bitches for extra credit
I done make me some money, I keep a debit
Gotta keep me some bread, I'm talkin' lettuce
Don't be talkin' to feds, they out to get us
I be puttin' my heart on these tracks
I swear all these niggas
Ain't harder than that
Bank account zero, I started with that
She wanna argue, not arguin' back
I just be needin' my time
'cause I ain't got time
'Cause time don't wait on nobody
Want all my dawgs to be rich like Roddy
Bro how you feelin'? Let's
Smoke out the lobby (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Lately been feelin' like I'm
Trapped like I'm Gotti
Don't want the pussy, I take all the sloppy
Genius gon' flex in a new Maserati
I know I'm next, who the fuck gonna stop me?
I cannot make up my mind, I'm tired of music
I just wanna quit
But if I quit, I'd never be shit
Can't work a job, but I work a bitch (yeah)
Livin' my dream, yeah that's what I get
(yeah)
Tell me where it all ends
The bigger you get, you feel
Like all the problems, deserve 'em
But that's where it begins
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Too many strangers try to give
Me daps and hugs but they are not my friends
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Gimme my flowers, right now
While I'm walkin' this Earth
And forgive me for my sins (yeah)
Forgive me my sins
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, go)
I know I got problems and
You got some problems, too
And if you ain't livin' right
Demons gon' follow you
I'm in my feelings and don't wanna bother you
Don't wanna bother you, I need a bottle, too
Fuck on an actress and fuck on a model, too
Talk to the heavens, you know I'ma cry to you
Talk to the heavens, you know I'ma cry to you
I cannot lie to you
You know they proud of you
RARE (RARE) Sound (Sound)
The motherfucker up let's go
Tell me where it all ends
The bigger you get, you feel like
All the problems, deserve 'em
But that's where it begins (yeah)
Too many strangers try to give
Me daps and hugs but they are not my friends
Gimme my flowers, right now
While I'm walkin' this Earth
And forgive me for my sins (yeah)
Forgive me my sins (Go)
I know I got problems and
You got some problems, too
And if you ain't livin' right
Demons gon' follow you
I'm in my feelings and don't wanna bother you
Don't wanna bother you, I need a bottle, too
Fuck on an actress and fuck on a model, too
Talk to the heavens, you know I'ma cry to you
Talk to the heavens, you know I'ma cry to you
I cannot lie to you
You know they proud of you (Let's go)
You know they listenin'
You know they stalkin' you
You know they peepin' when you drop a album
Too roll me some kushy and flow
Like some Auto Tune
I need to vent, yeah, I gotta see mama soon
Fuck on these bitches for extra credit
I done make me some money, I keep a debit
Gotta keep me some bread, I'm talkin' lettuce
Don't be talkin' to feds, they out to get us
I be puttin' my heart on these tracks
I swear all these niggas
Ain't harder than that
Bank account zero, I started with that
She wanna argue, not arguin' back
I just be needin' my time
'cause I ain't got time
'Cause time don't wait on nobody
Want all my dawgs to be rich like Roddy
Bro how you feelin'? Let's
Smoke out the lobby (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Lately been feelin' like I'm
Trapped like I'm Gotti
Don't want the pussy, I take all the sloppy
Genius gon' flex in a new Maserati
I know I'm next, who the fuck gonna stop me?
I cannot make up my mind, I'm tired of music
I just wanna quit
But if I quit, I'd never be shit
Can't work a job, but I work a bitch (yeah)
Livin' my dream, yeah that's what I get
(yeah)
Tell me where it all ends
The bigger you get, you feel
Like all the problems, deserve 'em
But that's where it begins
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Too many strangers try to give
Me daps and hugs but they are not my friends
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Gimme my flowers, right now
While I'm walkin' this Earth
And forgive me for my sins (yeah)
Forgive me my sins
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, go)
I know I got problems and
You got some problems, too
And if you ain't livin' right
Demons gon' follow you
I'm in my feelings and don't wanna bother you
Don't wanna bother you, I need a bottle, too
Fuck on an actress and fuck on a model, too
Talk to the heavens, you know I'ma cry to you
Talk to the heavens, you know I'ma cry to you
I cannot lie to you
You know they proud of you
RARE (RARE) Sound (Sound)