Lyrics

(yeah yeah)
(woah)
(yeah yeah)
(woah)
(yeah yeah)
(woah)
(you know that something's up)
Now I say f*ck
Baby feeling like the time's over
All this pressure on me on my shoulders
Life been so f*cked up
Living so straight up
I knew since the start we gon be solo
I know you not afraid of me
They should be afraid of me
This why I don't care on what you think
Take a cocktail of pills
This why I barely can think
They be caping no real
Babe I'm sorry I don't feel
(yeah)
Baby I feel nothing
I'm be focus on my self
I be standing on this business
So I'm busy all day
I be filling up the bag
But I be raising emptiness
And now I say f*ck
And now I say f*ck
And they don't really know the meaning of being a star
This pressure on my shoulders isn't bigger than my heart
Again I say f*ck, feel like the time is over
And they don't really know what I've been facing all this time
And now I say f*ck, f*ck
Sorry babe Im busy
But I'm thinking how to make them bucks, bucks
F*ck, bucks
Wait wait, wait wait
Nobody gon save me, it's on me
Racks made, out the pill
Wait wait, I can't feel
They don't really know the meaning of being a star
Life ain't fair enough, no days off
They be fragile, soft
Facing many stuff
They do basic stuff
Lotta babes on my phone
Got a p*rky like a switch, feelings on/off
All the money that I made, feel like never gon be enough
Feel like tried everything and this emptiness is never gone
This ambition swear can kill me, life ain't even need a gun

Writer(s): Albert Compres

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