Testo Big Deal - Eli Sostre
Testo della canzone Big Deal (Eli Sostre), tratta dall'album Vibe God Collection, Vol. 1
Yeah, I'm not good at pretending
Seem like this shit never ended (Yeah)
Tell me all of your issues
There ain't no breaking the bandaid (No, no)
I'm the same as I was
I swear that nobody changed me
Sometimes I feel like you gave up
Like you got your mind made up
That's when you wasn't around
Told me that you would be down
Lately you back in the city
Rolling blunts, staying pretty
Damn right a nigga changed
I ain't here to stay the same
Put the diamonds in the chains
I ain't here to play the games (No)
Don't get caught in the moment
You might lose yourself (Yeah)
I never told you to trust me, yeah
You might lose yourself (Caught up, caught up)
Don't get caught in the moment (Moment, no)
You might lose yourself
I never told you to trust me, yeah
Yeah, you might lose yourself
I was around the way
Thought that I'd stopped by and kick it
I know I done came up
That don't mean look at me different
I pull up in Benzo, I pull up for you (Skrrr)
If it ain't love then tell me the truth (Yeah)
I ain't around and I miss you
I couldn't tell you a lie
You need to look in my eyes
Tell me that you got the time
I know that it hurt, I know that it hurt when I hurt you
I fuck with you bae, I just know I don't deserve you
Don't get caught in the moment
You might lose yourself (Yeah)
I never told you to trust me, yeah
You might lose yourself (Caught up, caught up)
Don't get caught in the moment (Moment, no)
You might lose yourself
I never told you to trust me, yeah
Yeah, you might lose yourself
You might lose yourself
Caught up, caught up
Moment no
Yeah, yeah
You might lose yourself
Yeah I been on this, hunnid thousand
I been on this, nah, nah
Nothin' less than 300K
Yeah, ayy
Yeah, ayy (Ayy)
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah
I'm not the same I was last year
Still the type to play the cut
Pretty bitches in the cut
Yeah she know it's 101
Big deal, big deal
Came up from my hell
They don't even know the half, yeah
Lord I wish you niggas well, yeah
Ayy, when you leaving, you out of town
She gon' hit me when you not around
Merchandise we gotta sell, cash
That boy name don't ring a bell, cash
We don't come from the same shit
These bitches want me for the fame shit
Not the one to play the games with
It's like the rock I got my chains lit
Changes man you gotta go through 'em
We ain't stressin' we just grow through 'em
Shitted on 'em, now we did it again (Yeah)
They hate it when you say no to 'em (Oh)
We got a victim again (Yeah)
Man, all my niggas is outta the pen (Yeah)
All of this money I spend
Now I can pay momma rent, yeah
Now we back and gettin' at it (Ayy)
I'm too focused, off the addy
Now these bitches want me back
Should've love me when you had me (Cash)
Yeah, niggas gon' hate this shit
I know they around, just 'cause they want this whole fame and shit
High on the cloud, ayy
I been high on a cloud (High on a cloud)
Hunnid thousand on me now
Yeah we came from public housing (Ayy)
Nigga who the fuck are you, you? (Nah)
Nah, we don't know you, you
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Writer(s): Gina Jacobi, Abrahamsson Leif Peter
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