CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Suit
One hunnid Graham
Everywhere we go
My girl keep a Glock in her purse, yeah, yeah
And she don't think that she'll need it
But she's prepared for the worst
I put on a suit (I wear it)
Houston, we have a problem (Mayday, come in)
I think I'm too fly, yeah, heheh
I think I'm too fly
I don't always explain how I feel, I'm either numb or I'm broken
Sometimes I debate on what's real and what's hopeless
Baby, I feel great, I slept with one eye open again
And now I'm runnin' everywhеre we go
I'm not extra, I'm an introvеrt
If I pretend I don't feel it
Then there's no way it could hurt
I put on a suit (I wear it)
Houston, we have a problem (Mayday, come in)
I think I'm too fly, yeah, heheh
I think I'm too fly
Everywhere we go
Hot damn, understand, patience is a virtue, baby
Uncle Sam, he a fan, unload some your burdens, baby
Ba-da-bing, ba-da-bam, I feel universal, no longer
No longer alone
I'm still thinkin' 'bout how no one can stop me
I'm still seventh round, bop, bop, Rocky
Money stand five foot tall like a jockey
Where I picture me, I need a ladder and a top seat
Sorry 'bout it, baby, yeah, my goals a little lofty
Yeah, you want a crib and a car key
Baby lil' bossy, but she know I get it, gettin' money is a hobby
Think it's 'bout time that
I put on a suit
Houston, we have a problem
I think I'm too fly, yeah, heheh
I think I'm too fly
Everywhere we go
My girl keep a Glock in her purse, yeah, yeah
And she don't think that she'll need it
But she's prepared for the worst
I put on a suit (I wear it)
Houston, we have a problem (Mayday, come in)
I think I'm too fly, yeah, heheh
I think I'm too fly
I don't always explain how I feel, I'm either numb or I'm broken
Sometimes I debate on what's real and what's hopeless
Baby, I feel great, I slept with one eye open again
And now I'm runnin' everywhеre we go
I'm not extra, I'm an introvеrt
If I pretend I don't feel it
Then there's no way it could hurt
I put on a suit (I wear it)
Houston, we have a problem (Mayday, come in)
I think I'm too fly, yeah, heheh
I think I'm too fly
Everywhere we go
Hot damn, understand, patience is a virtue, baby
Uncle Sam, he a fan, unload some your burdens, baby
Ba-da-bing, ba-da-bam, I feel universal, no longer
No longer alone
I'm still thinkin' 'bout how no one can stop me
I'm still seventh round, bop, bop, Rocky
Money stand five foot tall like a jockey
Where I picture me, I need a ladder and a top seat
Sorry 'bout it, baby, yeah, my goals a little lofty
Yeah, you want a crib and a car key
Baby lil' bossy, but she know I get it, gettin' money is a hobby
Think it's 'bout time that
I put on a suit
Houston, we have a problem
I think I'm too fly, yeah, heheh
I think I'm too fly
