CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Sunday

Countin' up the minutes that I wasted
I could use a little motivation
Somethin' that's gon' get me out of bed
So I don't blow my brains out, I go and live instead (Wow)

I don't need you to call my phone
Tell me that I have somewhere to go (Hmm)
Oh no, I'd rather just be alone (Hmm), oh, whoa

Well, this world (World, world, yeah)
This world is crazy
I don't lift a finger 'less a motherf**ker pay me
I remember always comin' up short
Like a 5'4" motherf**ker on the court
And now these people wonder, "Who that?"
I miss the nuts and bolts, I got a loose cap but scrеw that
This forward, never move back
I'm layin' nеw tracks like brand new weave
Watch me go to work, oh yes, I'm rollin' up sleeves (sh*t)
Swear that my intentions are correct
I would mention my perspective is intelligent
So yes, I have a bit of trouble bein' benevolent (Mmm)
I let the chip fall off my shoulder, I'm so—It's so irrelevant (Yeah)
My past is my past, I move past that
Don't hold onto sh*t, I ain't a motherf**kin' pack rat
Coach put me in the game (Game)
Swear I need a switch-up, every day is like the same, I'm...