Testo 8AM IN MANNY - Nemzzz
Testo della canzone 8AM IN MANNY (Nemzzz), tratta dall'album 8AM IN MANNY
You may be in your darkest hour
Know that, night don't last forever
There's a morning coming in your life
Stay down 'til you come up
(Stay down 'til you come up)
(Stay down 'til you come up)
ZEL, this shit crazy (stay down 'til you come up)
(Stay down 'til you come up)
Ayy
Man try say "Am I good?" Bro, do I look okay?
Somehow I'm close to home, but still somehow I feel away
Don't waste your time and get me mad 'cause bro, I'll ruin your day
I still ain't recovered from all this pain I felt back then, but, ayy
Yo, tell me what have you done? Show me, talk is cheap
Last week man spent like ten, 15
Why would I lie, bro? Here's the receipt
I had to cut off my day-one, still
Far from shallow, that one was deep
Way too busy, I get no sleep
Feeling weird, I'm feeling peak
I don't force it, I just air it, the rumours, I don't hear it
You watching, me clearly, my enemies, I don't fear them
Yo, me, I don't care if you like me
Me, I don't care if you rate me
I've never been one to beg no friendship
Yes, I'm like that baby
I'm the type to do you wrong
And book one flight, let's switch location
Trust me, you need that bigger bag
That lil' one, is way too basic
Don't ever lower your worth, my guy
That's when they start treating you mad
Uncle see me on the block, said
"Ahh, ahh, ahh, you look like your dad"
Yo
Caramel one, she bad
I'm glad, she stuck around for man
Ayy, you probably think I'm crazy, I can't fabricate who I am
I see one posting her man on Insta'
Seeking validation from next man
Why are all these relationships so toxic?
Nowadays, I don't get that
Man try say "Am I good?" Bro, do I look okay?
Somehow I'm close to home, but still somehow I feel away
Don't waste your time and get me mad 'cah bro, I'll ruin your day
I still ain't recovered from all this pain, I felt back then, but, ayy
You way too bad to chill with basic bitches
That's why I think you're a hoe
I hit that one, she put on a show for me, practically sold herself
So many years, I was confused
Thank God that I found myself
Inshallah, I make these mills, I put a smile on Mumzy's face
All I ever wanted was a hundred bags
Now look, I made that twice
Three times, four times, five times, on my life, yo
I'm seeing the evil eyes, I'm seeing the spite
I'm seeing the jealousy, all this through my eyes
It's time to decide
Fuck clubs, fuck partying
Fuck trying to fit in and socialize
Rub elbows with everybody
So people can stop calling you weird
Credits
Writer(s): Mario Luciano Dragoi, Jason Howard Wool, Nichol Eskridge, Lauren Patricia Santi
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