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william crooks - confused lyrics

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[intro]
homie, do you know what’s going on right now?
(are you having a stroke?)
did you forget your gl-sses at home ‘cause—
(what the f-ck? should i call 911?)
nah it’s just like—

[verse 1]
b-tch you look confused (woo)
you ain’t read the news? (no)
i been on the move
runnin’ up a check
got money in my shoes
(i got money in my shoes, b-tch)

f-ck you gon’ do? (huh?)
you ain’t gonna do sh-t (nah)
you talk a lot of big game for such a lil’ b-tch
(such a lil’ b-tch, man)
(woo)

i just got to town (yeah)
and i feel like the mayor
(i feel like the f-ckin’ mayor)
they gave me the keys
(gave me the keys)
blow my smoke up in the air
(b-tch i smoke weed)
dirty trash panda wanna take all my money
so i said, “f-ck tom nook, b-tch”
don’t touch my f-ckin’ money
(don’t touch my f-ckin’ money)
(what the f-ck?)

[chorus]
why does your face always look
like you’re trying to put
together shelves for the books
you’ll never even read

[verse 2]
homie you look light headed, you should sit it down
(sit it down, man)
maybe sound out all your words ’til you can spit it out
(spit it out, man)
oh nah, i brought this weed for me
i don’t think you need it, you look like you forgot how to read
(woo)

sh-t ain’t nothin free (nah)
you act like i ain’t got it, but my money grow on trees
(put the bells in the bag, boy)
it’s all good homie breath
but if you f-ck my bag up, you gon’ find yourself deceased (woo)

yuh (yuh)
and i’m so dripped out
(dripped out b-tch, yuh)
lookin’ like a royal
(got the royal crown, boy)
fit cost more than your house
(broke -ss b-tch)

3am, hit the mcd’s
(i just got paid, yuh)
got the number 4
(chicken sandwich with the lemonade, yah)
imma put money on the desk, b-tch
(whatchu call that?)
underscores

[chorus]
why does your face always look
like you’re trying to put
together shelves for the books
you’ll never even read

[verse 3]
we had this conversation so many times (yup)
and no i don’t know your frame of mind (nope)
there was a thousand ways i tried
to explain it, explain it
i’m tired of explaining
i am not your parents
this sh-t is f-cking draining
you need to grow the f-ck up

- william crooks lyrics

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