Ovaroski - OTW Lyrics

Rocket shit, hockey stick
Cold hearted, soul departed
Good heart, easy target
Back to my old ways
Said if you counted me out than you couldn't count
Counted me out than you couldn't count
Aye, Aye, Ayye

If you counted me out than you couldn't count
Thumbing through it so long
Total coming out wrong
Phone ringing repeatedly
Love me just cuz you needed me
F*ck it though it's whatever
Diamonds on me a treasure
Pain, got so much tolerance
Hurting, but won't acknowledge it
I'm just here for the bands
Halftime black colleges
Stayed humble for to long
F*ck all that being moderate
Don't know who need to hear it
But b*tch i'm back on my cocky shit

I'm on the way
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
I'm on the way
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
I'm on the way
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
They ain't keep that shit one hundred
Flash blue hundreds in they face
Ayyye, I'm on the way

I done did evil by a few
And did good by a lot
Jumped off the ship when it was sinking
Came back on a yacht
I'm getting DM's on the gram
Like when you gone drop?
I responded, hear I am
Now let's thicken the plot
Said I was finished
Ducked off a little minute, handled that
Scrolling through old pictures, lit swishers
And burning candle wax
Thought that I was finish, You gimmicks
Like where yo manners at?
Pull up where you at, shoot a movie
Won't give yo camera back

If you counted me out than you couldn't count
Thumbing through it so long
Total coming out wrong
Phone ringing repeatedly
Love me just cuz you needed me
F*ck it though it's whatever
Diamonds on me a treasure
Pain, got so much tolerance
Hurting, but won't acknowledge it
I'm just here for the bands
Halftime black colleges
Stayed humble for to long
F*ck all that being moderate
Don't know who need to hear it
But b*tch i'm back on my cocky shit

I'm on the way
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
I'm on the way
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
I'm on the way
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
They ain't keep that shit one hundred
Flash blue hundreds in they face
Ayyye, I'm on the way

Give me the shirt up off yo back
At least you fronting like it
That fake love feel so real
It don't be nothing like it
Came through a hundred times
Told you no once
Lil bitch tripping
She ain't f*cked me in like four months
I'm on papers right now
Can't smoke i'm agitated
Phone ringing, I ain't picking up right now
I'm aggravated
You had yo chance be part the team
But you hesitated
Can't wait to throw them hundreds on you
Say we finally made it

If you counted me out than you couldn't count
Thumbing through it so long
Total coming out wrong
Phone ringing repeatedly
Love me just cuz you needed me
F*ck it though it's whatever
Diamonds on me a treasure
Pain, got so much tolerance
Hurting, but won't acknowledge it
I'm just here for the bands
Halftime black colleges
Stayed humble for to long
F*ck all that being moderate
Don't know who need to hear it
But b*tch i'm back on my cocky shit

I'm on the way
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
I'm on the way
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
I'm on the way
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
They ain't keep that shit one hundred
Flash blue hundreds in they face
Ayyye, I'm on the way

I'm on the way
She gone cook and she gone suck me
Told her girl, I'm on the way
Ayyye, I'm on the way!