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The Khidd - Still (feat. Dachee) Lyrics



The Khidd - Still (feat. Dachee) Lyrics
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Boy, what the f**k wrong with you?
Uhh, still taking my time, still waiting outside
Still blazing my mind, tryna find my peace
Uhh, still steady getting paid, I can't really get laid
Tryna get my cake, can I have a piece?
Uhh, still off in the head
Still can't really speak to nobody but my therapist
Microphones and beats became my energy
My entity composed of the roses at my feet
Took some thorns to my sole but, I still feel whole filling holes, I feel holy
Yelling at the nats but, they never yell back 'less I got gold plaques like I haven't been brushing my teeth
Heard I got hot, you a thermos thot so, I had to change my degrees (Sweet heat)
Never sour, I ball, game on
Give me my flowers, get your flame on (Uhhh)
Stripes on me, referee, too short for the NBA
Either way please blow the whistle (Brr, brr)
I don't need a tissue for this issue, I'm on magazines
Time is never on my side, I have no time for imagining
Uhh, still taking my time, still waiting outside
Still blazing my mind, tryna find my peace
Uhh, still steady getting paid, I can't really get laid
Tryna get my cake, can I have a piece?
Uhh, still off in the head
Still can't really speak to nobody but my therapist
And we don't even speak no more
I ain't see her all week, I'm sure that she good, I'm way better
It's a fight with myself, Floyd versus Mayweather
When May weather comes imma have better verses
Pay the pen king, reimburse him
If everything you had in life was perfect, do you really deserve it?
I'm a generational wordsmith, steadily breaking curses by cursing on hella tracks
Handing out sentences like a continuous paragraph
While the gang share a pair of laughs, showing gum and teeth with our hysteric asses
GOP, geeking over payments, same payments I gotta pay to the masses (Yeah, yeah)
Give a young nigga a Jackson, they take a Hamilton, nigga the f*ck was I thinking?
Talking bout I'll call you when we find some pennies, knowing damn well we ain't Lincoln
Knowing damn well I ain't easing up off the gas, the f*ck is a break man?
Just break off the cash if we speaking, if not, conversation deceasing, uhh
Life in 360, still don't know where to turn
Got this look on my face, still saying I'm unconcerned (yeah)
But imma be the first one to still confirm
The kind hearted individuals they do deserve, my nigga (uhhh)
Uhh, still taking my time, still waiting outside
Still blazing my mind, tryna find my peace
Uhh, still steady getting paid, I can't really get laid
Tryna get my cake, can I have a piece?
Uhh, still off in the head
Still can't really speak to nobody but my therapist
Still reaching, it's a climb
Still speaking my mind at all times, it's all I know
Still wishing for the time to rewind, still telling myself I'm fine
(I'm still telling myself I'm fine like yeah!)
Still reaching, it's a climb
Still speaking my mind at all times, it's all I know
Still wishing for the time to rewind, still telling myself I'm fine
But still, but still
But still, but still, but still
Ohhh, still wishing all my deservers the best
Still wishing you all would give it rest
If need you help, got the steal and assist just like State Farm then I pray for 'em
'Cause y'all still need J-E-S-U-S to B-L-E-S-S your mess
It's all a wreck, I'm chilling inside my big ass mind of mine, and I'm not even dressed
Never have I ever had to impress, niggas exercising, it's all flex
Take it lightly, use your baby steps, gotta pay your debts, 'fore you make a check
Commas coming in, it's a run on sentence, I need more zeroes than a googolplex
And every year, I'm getting hungrier, we planning a trip out to Budapest
Still got tens wanna chat with me from Chattanooga
Still about my cheese so nigga, what's gouda?
Still my phone ringing, and I look at it like "Who the f*ck is this blowing my phone like a tuba?"
Still don't have time for the mess
Still deserve more, nigga nevertheless
Yeah, still a button I ain't pressed
And I still don't even gotta rap about sex
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English

Boy, what the f**k wrong with you?
Uhh, still taking my time, still waiting outside
Still blazing my mind, tryna find my peace
Uhh, still steady getting paid, I can't really get laid
Tryna get my cake, can I have a piece?
Uhh, still off in the head
Still can't really speak to nobody but my therapist
Microphones and beats became my energy
My entity composed of the roses at my feet
Took some thorns to my sole but, I still feel whole filling holes, I feel holy
Yelling at the nats but, they never yell back 'less I got gold plaques like I haven't been brushing my teeth
Heard I got hot, you a thermos thot so, I had to change my degrees (Sweet heat)
Never sour, I ball, game on
Give me my flowers, get your flame on (Uhhh)
Stripes on me, referee, too short for the NBA
Either way please blow the whistle (Brr, brr)
I don't need a tissue for this issue, I'm on magazines
Time is never on my side, I have no time for imagining
Uhh, still taking my time, still waiting outside
Still blazing my mind, tryna find my peace
Uhh, still steady getting paid, I can't really get laid
Tryna get my cake, can I have a piece?
Uhh, still off in the head
Still can't really speak to nobody but my therapist
And we don't even speak no more
I ain't see her all week, I'm sure that she good, I'm way better
It's a fight with myself, Floyd versus Mayweather
When May weather comes imma have better verses
Pay the pen king, reimburse him
If everything you had in life was perfect, do you really deserve it?
I'm a generational wordsmith, steadily breaking curses by cursing on hella tracks
Handing out sentences like a continuous paragraph
While the gang share a pair of laughs, showing gum and teeth with our hysteric asses
GOP, geeking over payments, same payments I gotta pay to the masses (Yeah, yeah)
Give a young nigga a Jackson, they take a Hamilton, nigga the f*ck was I thinking?
Talking bout I'll call you when we find some pennies, knowing damn well we ain't Lincoln
Knowing damn well I ain't easing up off the gas, the f*ck is a break man?
Just break off the cash if we speaking, if not, conversation deceasing, uhh
Life in 360, still don't know where to turn
Got this look on my face, still saying I'm unconcerned (yeah)
But imma be the first one to still confirm
The kind hearted individuals they do deserve, my nigga (uhhh)
Uhh, still taking my time, still waiting outside
Still blazing my mind, tryna find my peace
Uhh, still steady getting paid, I can't really get laid
Tryna get my cake, can I have a piece?
Uhh, still off in the head
Still can't really speak to nobody but my therapist
Still reaching, it's a climb
Still speaking my mind at all times, it's all I know
Still wishing for the time to rewind, still telling myself I'm fine
(I'm still telling myself I'm fine like yeah!)
Still reaching, it's a climb
Still speaking my mind at all times, it's all I know
Still wishing for the time to rewind, still telling myself I'm fine
But still, but still
But still, but still, but still
Ohhh, still wishing all my deservers the best
Still wishing you all would give it rest
If need you help, got the steal and assist just like State Farm then I pray for 'em
'Cause y'all still need J-E-S-U-S to B-L-E-S-S your mess
It's all a wreck, I'm chilling inside my big ass mind of mine, and I'm not even dressed
Never have I ever had to impress, niggas exercising, it's all flex
Take it lightly, use your baby steps, gotta pay your debts, 'fore you make a check
Commas coming in, it's a run on sentence, I need more zeroes than a googolplex
And every year, I'm getting hungrier, we planning a trip out to Budapest
Still got tens wanna chat with me from Chattanooga
Still about my cheese so nigga, what's gouda?
Still my phone ringing, and I look at it like "Who the f*ck is this blowing my phone like a tuba?"
Still don't have time for the mess
Still deserve more, nigga nevertheless
Yeah, still a button I ain't pressed
And I still don't even gotta rap about sex
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Writer: S. Blanding, J. Butler, D. Pierre
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: The Khidd
Language: English
Length: 4:02
Written by: S. Blanding, J. Butler, D. Pierre

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