I got stains in my gaze
A lot of city in my flesh
And I'm
I'm just getting on with it
Do I even carry my weight?
Is this shit still funny now?
Not sure I still f*ck with it
Don't know what to pay attention to
I'm on a mission boo
Too easy to forget it's not about numbers
Bitch I need the food
But I gotta be breathing my air
It smells like defeat out there
And I'm
I'm still planning on winning
What's the meta?
What's internet culture?
It's not a culture
It's all of us living lonely
I owe more money than I make
And I'm doing better than ever
So if the crown's not on me
Then why the pressure on my neck?
And I know I look good
Yea I look good
Bitch we look good
Don't we look good? don't we look good?
Yea victory's yummy
When it's a table not a plate
I'll share it all to the last coin
The coin is what I'm trying to make
My soul was stuck in limbo
Between the anger and the waste
Plugging the holes in my self-esteem
By making your girl wet
I'm glad I grew
I'm glad you knew
That I could be a good person
Would have walked thru the fire sooner
If I knew that it was made up
Now I'm tired
But I'm no longer the knife in my own tyre
I'm the wide ocean
F*ck the pints of tears that contain us
And I know I look good
Yea I look good
Bitch we look good
Don't we look good? don't we look good?
And if the crown's not on me
Then why the pressure on my neck?
Awir Leon - Gutter Glint Lyrics
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I got stains in my gaze
A lot of city in my flesh
And I'm
I'm just getting on with it
Do I even carry my weight?
Is this shit still funny now?
Not sure I still f*ck with it
Don't know what to pay attention to
I'm on a mission boo
Too easy to forget it's not about numbers
Bitch I need the food
But I gotta be breathing my air
It smells like defeat out there
And I'm
I'm still planning on winning
What's the meta?
What's internet culture?
It's not a culture
It's all of us living lonely
I owe more money than I make
And I'm doing better than ever
So if the crown's not on me
Then why the pressure on my neck?
And I know I look good
Yea I look good
Bitch we look good
Don't we look good? don't we look good?
Yea victory's yummy
When it's a table not a plate
I'll share it all to the last coin
The coin is what I'm trying to make
My soul was stuck in limbo
Between the anger and the waste
Plugging the holes in my self-esteem
By making your girl wet
I'm glad I grew
I'm glad you knew
That I could be a good person
Would have walked thru the fire sooner
If I knew that it was made up
Now I'm tired
But I'm no longer the knife in my own tyre
I'm the wide ocean
F*ck the pints of tears that contain us
And I know I look good
Yea I look good
Bitch we look good
Don't we look good? don't we look good?
And if the crown's not on me
Then why the pressure on my neck?
A lot of city in my flesh
And I'm
I'm just getting on with it
Do I even carry my weight?
Is this shit still funny now?
Not sure I still f*ck with it
Don't know what to pay attention to
I'm on a mission boo
Too easy to forget it's not about numbers
Bitch I need the food
But I gotta be breathing my air
It smells like defeat out there
And I'm
I'm still planning on winning
What's the meta?
What's internet culture?
It's not a culture
It's all of us living lonely
I owe more money than I make
And I'm doing better than ever
So if the crown's not on me
Then why the pressure on my neck?
And I know I look good
Yea I look good
Bitch we look good
Don't we look good? don't we look good?
Yea victory's yummy
When it's a table not a plate
I'll share it all to the last coin
The coin is what I'm trying to make
My soul was stuck in limbo
Between the anger and the waste
Plugging the holes in my self-esteem
By making your girl wet
I'm glad I grew
I'm glad you knew
That I could be a good person
Would have walked thru the fire sooner
If I knew that it was made up
Now I'm tired
But I'm no longer the knife in my own tyre
I'm the wide ocean
F*ck the pints of tears that contain us
And I know I look good
Yea I look good
Bitch we look good
Don't we look good? don't we look good?
And if the crown's not on me
Then why the pressure on my neck?
Writer: Awir Leon
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music