kid law – monkey bread lyrics
[verse 1]
we stressed
and we depressed
weedwe stressed
and we depressed
weed press on my weak chest
i don’t need rest
cuz i’ve been blessed
do this sh-t
so y’all ingest
my brain food
so painful
paintbrush, i paint views
i can’t blush
i ain’t you
it came true
i told you
poke holes
don’t go through
no sh-t
eat tofu
your soul proves
that your mood
based solely
on your food
been a kid
everyday
try to give
myself a break
don’t hesitate
must levitate
and elevate
[hook]
been about my money
bout my biness
kinda funny
how we living
wnen we know that we dependent
been about my money
never spend it
never had it
never hand it
wanna buy me
nah, forget it
[verse 2]
and don’t smoke
f-ck you think
this ain’t no joke
all these kids
ain’t got no dough
cuz they so broke
but they won’t choke
they cough cash
toss f-gs in a pot of ash
floss brains like
an honest jab
dumb it down
now i gotta dab
now i gotta skrt
no i gotta burp
selling out cuz it never hurts
and i never learn
cuz i’m f-cking scurred
done with the f-cking slurs
but not done with the f-cking swears
still trynna be nice i swear
they trynna be wise
i care
they trynna be right i dare
to deny the appliance
that some might wear
i’m higher than buzz lightyear
i’m trying to disappear
but i am visionaire
never the kid to bear
the flare
several burdens to bear
an abundance of care
chasing a hundred
for hunger
i’m near tear peers
[bridge]
been about my money and
i’ve been about my business (8x)
[verse 3]
that’s the case
that i’ve been made and
that basket place
where i’ve neen raised in
i ask the best
if they still friends
and i’m out of place
no entrance
when i storm the bar
strict faces
worried bout they
d-ck placement
whoring out
they get a bit racist
when they hit that gym
they gon binge
ain’t sh-t
gonna stop the boys
from pumping and shining
b-mping and grinding
they puppets admiring
the trumpets
they shut up for hire
and i front just as another guy
when i f-ck up
i’m wondering why
buck up and ride
causing ruckus
got nough of the shine
and i’m up and i’m ducking
the prime dime
gotta hustle
and find time
who the f-ck gonna hide
mine
gotta run up
the guide lines
to the fine times
that i have in mind
if you want
i can grab a dime
for a dozen times
that i have been through
all the frozen times
of the has been crew
all my bros is fine
when they cut me loose
don’t n-body wanna see me lose
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