Testo Favors - Sap
Testo della canzone Favors (Sap), tratta dall'album Self Improved
Why you always asking me for favors?
Oh, you think that's what I'm made of?
Why you always coming to me with your problems?
You must think I'm here to save ya
I'm broke as a motherfucker
I'm broke as a motherfucker
Just to let you know
I'm broke as a motherfucker
I'm broke as a motherfucker
Most the time my phone ring it's like a nightmare
Depending on who name I see I leave it right there
Always people who ain't used to out to use you
Ass kissing out the blue, well yeah, I know, the usual
Special requests coming next like I'm a DJ
This is why my response be delayed three days
Sorry I was way too busy dying not to judge ya
Damn I hate a pest who claim they trying not to bug ya
Motherfucker you's the gnat at the barbecue
Now you the nigga making plates, taking all the food
Avoiding the accountability for all you do
You been this way for quite a while, it's a part of you
Making your problems mines, but I politely decline
Call me fake if you want to while I get right with this wine
And put myself first for a change like I deserve
Shit ain't always sweet when you're eaten like a dessert
You might have heard
Why you always asking me for favors?
Oh, you think that's what I'm made of?
Why you always coming to me with your problems?
You must think I'm here to save ya
I'm broke as a motherfucker
I'm broke as a motherfucker
Just to let you know
I'm broke as a motherfucker
I'm broke as a motherfucker
I keep my distance, the begging be persistent
But very few chipped in, leading to my position
When I was on a mission they was missing
And wouldn't even listen
But show up with a bunch of favors listed
If you was trying then you wouldn't be relying on another human being
See my mother who's the queen of my life ain't even asking to sub me
And you consider me family, you don't
Actually love me, you're disrespectful
I don't really mean shit to you, I'm just successful
I ain't have to do shit for you, I just was blessed to
No more worries, it's favorite nigga to the rescue
Poor you, tired of working, well I need rest too
I been stressed too, wearing many hats
Gotta decorate my wall with many plaques
Plenty tracks I produced and recouped pennies back
I work too hard alone to condone any slack
So for you I don't have any rap
Why you always asking me for favors?
Oh, you think that's what I'm made of?
Why you always coming to me with your problems?
You must think I'm here to save ya
I'm broke as a motherfucker
I'm broke as a motherfucker
Just to let you know
I'm broke as a motherfucker
I'm broke as a motherfucker
Ay Sap bro, I need a big favor, man
I know you out in Cali, I was just wondering if you
Could mail me a little weed or something, man, just
Not much, maybe an ounce or two, just send it through the
Mail, two day delivery, if you don't mind, thank you, bro
Yo, Sap, bro, it's your boy, listen, right, this is gon' sound crazy
All I need is for you to put me on your health insurance plan
FYI, I'm broke as a motherfucker
I'm broke as a motherfucker
Just to let you know
I'm broke as a motherfucker
I'm broke as a motherfucker
I ain't got nothing
I'm broke as a motherfucker
I'm broke as a motherfucker
You can ask around
I'm broke as a motherfucker
I'm broke as a motherfucker
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Writer(s): Jonathan King, John Groover, Casey Jones, Michael Cox
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