Lyrics Scarlxrd – Tuesday Mxrning
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These days I’ve been impatient
Bored of the same stuff
All through the waiting
Borderline crazy I’m so frustrated
Bounce ?
like I’m waving
Fuck agents they’re bases
Every day they replace them
Why would I stay complacent
Disengaging engagements, yeah
You niggas stop off the nameless
I’m so that’s so fly no raven
Stamp my passport grab my payment
Get out the way off the way so it’s paved in
Smokin’ a spliff, crushing a German whip
Pull me over you’re racist
All the ?
in my statements
They got me shook in amazement
I never follow the crown
I walk back withstandin’ the chasin’
They wanna reach out now
Well take your hand back ’cause I don’t need savin’
I’m ’bout to gas, I made it
Shit’s so close I could taste it
Roll with the darts on wave behind
Behind bars like it’s time that I’m facin’
I’m disturbed with it
You’re not gonna get down with the sickness
And got up and left before the time finished
Wanna talk ’bout five more minutes
I know what I want and how I’m gon get it
Prime of my life locked down in buildin’
Playin’ the game of life into real shit
I don’t see nothin’ in front of me, you better follow me, leavin’
We stackin’ apologies, I do not kick it with wannabes
I’d rather spit than do comedy, that’s just a part of me
I’m ’bout to let it out honestly
Setting myself with a wide list of oddyseys
That shit can never come back, it’s not me
I get that shit for the cash, honestly
I’ve been workin’ hard, why should I spend a day? yeah
I like gettin’ paid, swipe my card that way, yeah
I’ve been workin’ hard, why should I spend a day? yeah
I like gettin’ paid, swipe my card that way, damn
Day drinker, full-time overthinker
I get stolen like my Ford stinger
I don’t know why I do this either
I got the success ?
Came with seizures, killin’ off leaders
No more breathers, one-time dealer
Still no feature, I’m not creature
I just sparked one
‘Bout to sprint like a sawed-off shotgun
Chill where I come from
Move four kids
Don’t care about conduct
You’re not a bad man
You know someone, that knows someone that’s never been locked up
Self-esteem for my long run
Sweet to the face, to the lungs
I don’t waste time on the wrong ones
Don’t watch face, but this face has been bases
What grade? Yeah man’s on it
I grind hard ’till I spot my profit
You ain’t got nothing but the seats in your wallet
You may as well go sew out your pockets
Bars still spit from my mouth like vomit
I am a lord and I profit not modest
?
They’re all washed up, washed up, damn uh
Feelin’ like a makers, I’ve been cleanin’ up, yeah uh
Chillin’ in the city I was birthed from
These niggas always act like they the toughest dons, uh
Ridin’ around my woes, damn
