Carl Armada & mr.eyezlow - SDB Lyrics

Aint no skin off my back
You was talking trash
I ain't gotta act
You aint even that
You a small fry, you a small size
In my universe don't associate with rats
Mm,
You wasnt there in my lonely
So why should I give you some time
(What)
Ooh,
You is a nonfactor
Why is you all in my sight
I'm elevating
Why you steady hating
If you f*ck around I'ma leave yo spot vacant
I aint talking robbery or home invasion
I'm talking mr.clean magic eraser
Take a shot in the dark but you don't get a chaser
Get on up out my sight
People hitting my pager
Money is waiting
They saying he this & he that
Where were you when I was bad
Yeah,
Whoa
No I ain't mad, I'm too fly
You buzzing to hard like two fly's
I don't trust you not once you told two lies,
I don't trust you not once you told two lies
& You killing my vibe I'm too high,
& You killing my vibe I'm too high
High on life I don't know nun
Get a whole Ounce than roll up
I can't find my keys, I been going nuts
With the ghost & the geeks yeah they know us
You stupid little disrespectful bitch
(Lil bitch)
Why you talking to me like that
I don't smacc bitches
Thats the quickest way to get smacked
Haa,
I'm too fly I ain't mad
Too fly to be mad with this thrifted vintage sweater on
My weather looking better your's is suffering from weather storms
Ice cold chilling
You know we in the building
What more can I say I'm indifferent
I'm too fly to be mad
The good one's always turn to bad
Momma say I look like dad
Watch yo step just like lands mines
& keep yo head up thru the bad times
Best be careful how you tread you might get flatlined
Wow