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vituxarcade - 9-5 nightmares lyrics

[chorus]
n-gg- you broke, what the f-ck you gon’ tell me?
n-gg- you broke, what the f-ck you gon’ tell me?
n-gg- you broke, what the f-ck you gon’ tell me?
n-gg- you broke, what the f-ck you gon’ tell me?
n-gg- you broke, what the f-ck you gon’ tell me?
n-gg- you broke, what the f-ck you gon’ tell me?
n-gg- you broke, what the f-ck you gon’ tell me?
n-gg- you broke, what the f-ck you gon’ tell me?

[verse 1]
while they sleeping i’m riding the bus to work
9 to 5 i’ve been grinding, this shit ain’t worth it
ain’t working out what i’m worth and what’s worse
i drop like half of what i make to keep my head out the dirt
i hit the blunt i’m getting faded she gone pull on the curtains
i see this b-tch i hit it twice and then i take her to church
like sunday candy she as sweet as swisher got me smoking
think i’m gone double up on jobs to keep her thinking i’m perfect
unless she ask me, cl-ssy or kick it in the back seat
make her give me brain you know she posted with the math geeks
i’ve been in the arcade, i’ve been going hard straight
f-cking up these beats gone make these n-gg-‘s
learn the hard way
i could do this all day twisted like the wrong way
told her hit me up, you know its kind of been a long day
ran into some old head, scoped me with some ysl b-tches
tried to pull up cause he think i ain’t been whipping?
talking all that shit like..

[phone call]

[verse 2]
we be sippin kool-aid, figured we could cool out
’cause i’ve been up for two days, i figured we could cool down
took her to the ocean f-cked her good
that shit was wavy, then she asked me
yo, you got a whip? i said i’ll probably call a taxi
or an uber if she trying to cruise, told her she could bounce
i saw her switch her mood, you know, she probably acting out
see i been making moves, you know, trying to work it out
no need to pick and choose, you know
i’m trying to change my views
but this green party, swisher, packed up, thinking back up
bad b-tch trying to get down, put that -ss up
told me she gone make a milli quicker if the racks drop
told me i could post up at her spot if the rap stops
but god willing, i’m just trying to get my paper right
smoking till the morning/ hit me up and we could take a flight
it’s all good, young and fiendin for that “good life”
so come let’s get this good life and do it like..

[outro + phone call]

- vituxarcade lyrics

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