Maybe that will make them all like me
Maybe that will make me less empty
Throw cash to flaunt what I can't be
Maybe that will make the love plentiful
Maybe that will make them all like me
Maybe that will make me less empty
Throw cash to flaunt what I can't be
Maybe that will make the love plentiful
Maybe life's about the appearance
Take a night to boost what they're hearing
Get a like and I might just cum but
The moment they don't the love's disappearing
When I tell you I don't trust nobody
I could tell y'all bitches that I'm drop dead serious
I ain't ever popping up at no meet up
Friend groups f*ck you and end it with a period
Dates on another day, damn I need a change
I don't face 'em, I run away with a little pacing
I'm anxious I'm never patient I think I'm laced and
The taste of the chardonnay just a little basic
And everything that I've done is a lie
Designer pants but they're still on fire
I'm begging for your help
Need a little boost
I can't do it by myself
Made a couple moves
Now I'm hoping that they sell
Need it more than food
Or I'm reaching for a belt
Everything to prove
Tried to help you when you fell
Getting out the gloom
So the music never fail
Hanging with the crew
So the ship about to sail
Water looking choppy
So I'm bringing out the pail
All your shit is trash
Like I'm taking out a bale
Dreaming about the cash
You ain't even getting mail
Take me for a fool and I'm
Okay buddy let me play
Got the 808 and I'm making
The Cartier's look a little dated
I'm racing to hide away
Got another cave that I stay in
To hibernate get up out my face
'Cause I'm fixing to be something more than a rapper
Itching to bleed through the scene as a factor
Bitchin' to me like I care 'bout the chatter
This never free so I'm acting like a bastard
I mastered this shit, so I'm fast on the mix
I don't ask for your wit, not a chance that you're"it"
It's a passion I'm really asking for bigger bags
If you're massive and 'bouta blast why do you miss?
F*ck your scene and your attempts at stardom
Local"talent" you just f*cking started
You're a slut you'll never be an artist
Call me anything you're still retarded
Maybe that will make them all like me
Maybe that will make me less empty
Throw cash to flaunt what I can't be
Maybe that will make the love plentiful
Maybe that will make them all like me
Maybe that will make me less empty
Throw cash to flaunt what I can't be
Maybe that will make the love plentiful
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Maybe that will make them all like me
Maybe that will make me less empty
Throw cash to flaunt what I can't be
Maybe that will make the love plentiful
Maybe that will make them all like me
Maybe that will make me less empty
Throw cash to flaunt what I can't be
Maybe that will make the love plentiful
Maybe life's about the appearance
Take a night to boost what they're hearing
Get a like and I might just cum but
The moment they don't the love's disappearing
When I tell you I don't trust nobody
I could tell y'all bitches that I'm drop dead serious
I ain't ever popping up at no meet up
Friend groups f*ck you and end it with a period
Dates on another day, damn I need a change
I don't face 'em, I run away with a little pacing
I'm anxious I'm never patient I think I'm laced and
The taste of the chardonnay just a little basic
And everything that I've done is a lie
Designer pants but they're still on fire
I'm begging for your help
Need a little boost
I can't do it by myself
Made a couple moves
Now I'm hoping that they sell
Need it more than food
Or I'm reaching for a belt
Everything to prove
Tried to help you when you fell
Getting out the gloom
So the music never fail
Hanging with the crew
So the ship about to sail
Water looking choppy
So I'm bringing out the pail
All your shit is trash
Like I'm taking out a bale
Dreaming about the cash
You ain't even getting mail
Take me for a fool and I'm
Okay buddy let me play
Got the 808 and I'm making
The Cartier's look a little dated
I'm racing to hide away
Got another cave that I stay in
To hibernate get up out my face
'Cause I'm fixing to be something more than a rapper
Itching to bleed through the scene as a factor
Bitchin' to me like I care 'bout the chatter
This never free so I'm acting like a bastard
I mastered this shit, so I'm fast on the mix
I don't ask for your wit, not a chance that you're"it"
It's a passion I'm really asking for bigger bags
If you're massive and 'bouta blast why do you miss?
F*ck your scene and your attempts at stardom
Local"talent" you just f*cking started
You're a slut you'll never be an artist
Call me anything you're still retarded
Maybe that will make them all like me
Maybe that will make me less empty
Throw cash to flaunt what I can't be
Maybe that will make the love plentiful
Maybe that will make them all like me
Maybe that will make me less empty
Throw cash to flaunt what I can't be
Maybe that will make the love plentiful
Maybe that will make me less empty
Throw cash to flaunt what I can't be
Maybe that will make the love plentiful
Maybe that will make them all like me
Maybe that will make me less empty
Throw cash to flaunt what I can't be
Maybe that will make the love plentiful
Maybe life's about the appearance
Take a night to boost what they're hearing
Get a like and I might just cum but
The moment they don't the love's disappearing
When I tell you I don't trust nobody
I could tell y'all bitches that I'm drop dead serious
I ain't ever popping up at no meet up
Friend groups f*ck you and end it with a period
Dates on another day, damn I need a change
I don't face 'em, I run away with a little pacing
I'm anxious I'm never patient I think I'm laced and
The taste of the chardonnay just a little basic
And everything that I've done is a lie
Designer pants but they're still on fire
I'm begging for your help
Need a little boost
I can't do it by myself
Made a couple moves
Now I'm hoping that they sell
Need it more than food
Or I'm reaching for a belt
Everything to prove
Tried to help you when you fell
Getting out the gloom
So the music never fail
Hanging with the crew
So the ship about to sail
Water looking choppy
So I'm bringing out the pail
All your shit is trash
Like I'm taking out a bale
Dreaming about the cash
You ain't even getting mail
Take me for a fool and I'm
Okay buddy let me play
Got the 808 and I'm making
The Cartier's look a little dated
I'm racing to hide away
Got another cave that I stay in
To hibernate get up out my face
'Cause I'm fixing to be something more than a rapper
Itching to bleed through the scene as a factor
Bitchin' to me like I care 'bout the chatter
This never free so I'm acting like a bastard
I mastered this shit, so I'm fast on the mix
I don't ask for your wit, not a chance that you're"it"
It's a passion I'm really asking for bigger bags
If you're massive and 'bouta blast why do you miss?
F*ck your scene and your attempts at stardom
Local"talent" you just f*cking started
You're a slut you'll never be an artist
Call me anything you're still retarded
Maybe that will make them all like me
Maybe that will make me less empty
Throw cash to flaunt what I can't be
Maybe that will make the love plentiful
Maybe that will make them all like me
Maybe that will make me less empty
Throw cash to flaunt what I can't be
Maybe that will make the love plentiful
Writer: Kaeden Bowman
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid