CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Misery
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Coming up on staging the burnout, at least twin solid rocket boosters at two minutes, five seconds
Ayy
Wanna know where I came from
Kinda place that I see in your nightmares
But I still went school there
And when I grew up, sold white there
Ak' showed me the can at the bottom of the car 'cah you know he don't fight fair
All I ever wanted was a mixtape, two bricks and all the Nike Airs
Misery loves company
.25's right next to the pumpy
Came home to a queen, rolled up my sleeves, now I'm livin' bumpy
Keep eggs for the scram
Put 'em in the pipe, then they crack like Humpty
Or grab knives, get hunty
Them man there just run their gumpy
Tryna ask for the dress code, heard there was pagan yutes in party
Sent for the Mac, then I came back like I left my car keys
Had my money in a shoebox, nowadays leave my money with Barclays
Two bags for the resell and these ones just dropped like last week
Chanel for my girl
Them old school yatts got gasssed off of Kenzo
Still get top in the Benzo
Niggas like me don't know 'bout friend zone
Blood seal on the memoir, come like man didn't get the memo
Don't come to the end zone
Man have got cartridge, this ain't Nintendo
Jungle book, I was with the cubs and the bears like Mowgli
Probably rollin' a stogi
Trained in Sparta, somethin' like Loski
Married to the game, I love this bitch, I ain't gettin' no cold feet
It's the final shot, pass me the ball, you know I'm like Kobe
Game six in the Playoff's
I'm MJ, I don't lose in the Finals
Catalog comin' like Wayne Rooney
'Cause you know I got multiple titles
We on tours overseas, now told bro that it feel like the Euros
Lifestyle like Nino, more like a villain, far from a hero
Uh-huh
Coming up on staging the burnout, at least twin solid rocket boosters at two minutes, five seconds
Ayy
Wanna know where I came from
Kinda place that I see in your nightmares
But I still went school there
And when I grew up, sold white there
Ak' showed me the can at the bottom of the car 'cah you know he don't fight fair
All I ever wanted was a mixtape, two bricks and all the Nike Airs
Misery loves company
.25's right next to the pumpy
Came home to a queen, rolled up my sleeves, now I'm livin' bumpy
Keep eggs for the scram
Put 'em in the pipe, then they crack like Humpty
Or grab knives, get hunty
Them man there just run their gumpy
Tryna ask for the dress code, heard there was pagan yutes in party
Sent for the Mac, then I came back like I left my car keys
Had my money in a shoebox, nowadays leave my money with Barclays
Two bags for the resell and these ones just dropped like last week
Chanel for my girl
Them old school yatts got gasssed off of Kenzo
Still get top in the Benzo
Niggas like me don't know 'bout friend zone
Blood seal on the memoir, come like man didn't get the memo
Don't come to the end zone
Man have got cartridge, this ain't Nintendo
Jungle book, I was with the cubs and the bears like Mowgli
Probably rollin' a stogi
Trained in Sparta, somethin' like Loski
Married to the game, I love this bitch, I ain't gettin' no cold feet
It's the final shot, pass me the ball, you know I'm like Kobe
Game six in the Playoff's
I'm MJ, I don't lose in the Finals
Catalog comin' like Wayne Rooney
'Cause you know I got multiple titles
We on tours overseas, now told bro that it feel like the Euros
Lifestyle like Nino, more like a villain, far from a hero
