Testo Questions - VéFROMLA
Testo della canzone Questions (VéFROMLA), tratta dall'album Less Amigos, More Money
You ask too many questions
Always in my face, asking me what I'ma do today
You ask too many questions, tryna figure out where I stay
You can't come kick it anyway, you ask too many questions
Don't try to quote me in your magazine
Putting my face next to random things
You ask too many questions, and my patience running low
That's in case you really wanna know, you ask too many questions
I wake up, take a piss and wash my hands
Brush my teeth, drop to my knees and thank the man
For some reason I still can't understand
Why you and your friends ask so many goddamn questions
I wonder if you really got a life
Or if every second is obsessed over mine
Leaving comments on my video, reading between the lines
There ain't nothing subliminal, I leave it black and white
It seems to me that everything is getting weird
I was born in '89, that's like 27 years
So don't ask me where I'm from, I grew out that
I don't care about your gun, you don't know who out back
Went to jail when I was young, but they threw out that
Had a lil' dirt on my name, but got through that fast
So if you ever mentionin' Vay, run through those facts
And keep it on wax, 'cause I don't wanna wear no mask
You ask too many questions
Always in my face, asking me what I'ma do today
You ask too many questions, tryna figure out where I stay
You can't come kick it anyway, you ask too many questions
Don't try to quote me in your magazine
Putting my face next to random things
You ask too many questions, and my patience running low
That's in case you really wanna know, you ask too many questions
Is your girlfriend white? (Yeah) You plan that out? (No)
You date black women at all? Shit, you don't need to know
And due to circumstances, some of y'all got cut off
I appreciate your two cents, but y'all can fuck off
Where your ass was at when I was starving in the hood?
On the 'Gram, tagging friends, bragging, saying that you good
It was nice that you called, but my phone been turned off
Outta reach from you lames thinking success ain't got a cost
Man, I oughta slap you in your mouth when you talk
I got a tat on my arm that won't allow me to stop
Remember when I didn't curse in my songs? Yeah, I'm past that
Remember when your girl didn't come home? Yeah, I smashed that
Remember when Lil Wayne had that song, "Where the Cash At?"
And I was tryna put myself on, tapes in my backpack
You didn't think that I would be on, getting laughed at
But now I got the keys to the studio and y'all lab rats
You ask too many questions
Always in my face, asking me what I'ma do today
You ask too many questions, tryna figure out where I stay
You can't come kick it anyway, you ask too many questions
Don't try to quote me in your magazine
Putting my face next to random things
You ask too many questions, and my patience running low
That's in case you really wanna know, you ask too many questions
Do you pay my bills? (No) Or make my meals? (No)
Has your advice got you a meeting meal? (No)
Do you book my shows? (No) Or fold my clothes? (No)
Have you drove a hundred miles to see me perform? (Uh-uh)
So you ain't no day one, and you can't say much
Remember that Vay from LA don't play, bruh
Won't take no pay cuts or let my style change up
Remember that Vay from LA don't play, bruh
You ask too many questions
Always in my face, asking me what I'ma do today
You ask too many questions, tryna figure out where I stay
You can't come kick it anyway, you ask too many questions
Don't try to quote me in your magazine
Putting my face next to random things
You ask too many questions, and my patience running low
That's in case you really wanna know, you ask too many questions
You ask too many questions
Always in my face, asking me what I'ma do today
You ask too many questions, tryna figure out where I stay
You can't come kick it anyway, you ask too many questions
Don't try to quote me in your magazine
Putting my face next to random things
You ask too many questions, and my patience running low
That's in case you really wanna know, you ask too many questions
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Writer(s): Joe Robinson, Frank Rogers
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