Hey, yuh
I'm fighting my demons I tell them What's up?
I look in the mirror, I told them What's up?
Was smoking too long I forgot how to function
I said feeling something was better than nothing
I said feeling nothing was better than something
Went straight to the head, like that shit was concussion
She said the weed made her fill with assumptions
She said that she like how I sound with percussions
I came with a band like that shit was percussion, came in to split that lil shit like a Dutch
The smoke it just sit in the room like confetti, trying to come kick at that shit like crutch
The smoke it just sit in the room like it's heavy, sometimes I feel like it's never enough
I'm cutting it up but it's not a machete, came in, I hitting that, feeling the rush
I came in, I hit it, I feeling the rush, because bitch I just fight with the man in the mirror
My plug said he getting that shit by the dozen, he shipping that shit just straight out of the villa
I'm pumping the gas but that shit not a fill up, bitch I'm on top of that shit like a chin up
That bitch paid for the next date, she a winner winner, no chicken dinner
Bitch I'm the shit, no kitty litter
Got your bitch paid just to f*ck with her
Gotta hit bread like a blunt spliter
Got to kick game, like a punt
Bitch they paid just to front with him
On the front page, you in love with them
I'm above paid and above living
With my bitch chillin' in the sun
I'm fighting my demons I tell them What's up?
I look in the mirror, I told them What's up?
Was smoking too long I forgot how to function
I said feeling something was better than nothing
I said feeling nothing was better than something
Went straight to the head, like that shit was concussion
She said the weed made her fill with assumptions
She said that she like how I sound with percussions
I'm fighting my demons I tell them What's up?
I look in the mirror, I told them What's up?
Was smoking too long I forgot how to function
I said feeling something was better than nothing
I said feeling nothing was better than something
Went straight to the head, like that shit was concussion
She said the weed made her fill with assumptions
She said that she like how I sound with percussions
(Came with a band like that shit was percussion, came in to split that lil shit like a Dutch)
(The smoke it just sit in the room like confetti, trying to come kick at that shit like crutch)
(The smoke it just sit in the room like it's heavy, sometimes I feel like it's never enough)
(I'm cutting it up but it's not a machete, came in, I hitting that, feeling the rush)
(Came in, I hitting that, feeling the rush)
(Came in, I hitting that, feeling the rush)
(Came in, I hitting that, feeling the rush)
(Came in, I hitting that, feeling the rush)
I came in, I walk in, I'm feeling it, aye
I walk with the squad we move militant, aye
That chick not my bitch like it's Billie Jean
Straight to the head like a guillotine
Took that bitch on a trip, it's not psilocybin
Bitch I'm blowing the gas, it might kill the climate
Bitch I'm upping the price, you can see me flying
I just said it bitch I didn't write it
I'm fighting my demon, he yelling uncle, told him"Better wrestle with another sucker"
Said"I better hit him with an upper cutter", By the time I get him rid, I got another
Said I had to dip her like it's honey butter, got to hit it back just to get another
She gone get attached if I said I love her, so I double back with a reposado
I'm fighting my demon, he yelling uncle, told him"Better wrestle with another sucker"
Said"I better hit him with an upper cutter", By the time I get him rid, I got another
But I'm better for it, because I got it in me, took a double shot and put it in my kidney
Tried to run from it, ain't have it in me, because they popped up in another city
I'm fighting my demons I tell them What's up?
I look in the mirror, I told them What's up?
Was smoking too long I forgot how to function
I said feeling something was better than nothing
I said feeling nothing was better than something
Went straight to the head, like that shit was concussion
She said the weed made her fill with assumptions
She said that she like how I sound with percussions
(Came with a band like that shit was percussion, came in to split that lil shit like a Dutch)
(The smoke it just sit in the room like confetti, trying to come kick at that shit like crutch)
(The smoke it just sit in the room like it's heavy, sometimes I feel like it's never enough)
(I'm cutting it up but it's not a machete, came in, I hitting that, feeling the rush)
(Came in, I hitting that, feeling the rush)
(Came in, I hitting that, feeling the rush)
(Came in, I hitting that, feeling the rush)
Duke Benny - WHATS UP Lyrics
Duke Benny - WHATS UP Lyrics
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English
Hey, yuh
I'm fighting my demons I tell them What's up?
I look in the mirror, I told them What's up?
Was smoking too long I forgot how to function
I said feeling something was better than nothing
I said feeling nothing was better than something
Went straight to the head, like that shit was concussion
She said the weed made her fill with assumptions
She said that she like how I sound with percussions
I came with a band like that shit was percussion, came in to split that lil shit like a Dutch
The smoke it just sit in the room like confetti, trying to come kick at that shit like crutch
The smoke it just sit in the room like it's heavy, sometimes I feel like it's never enough
I'm cutting it up but it's not a machete, came in, I hitting that, feeling the rush
I came in, I hit it, I feeling the rush, because bitch I just fight with the man in the mirror
My plug said he getting that shit by the dozen, he shipping that shit just straight out of the villa
I'm pumping the gas but that shit not a fill up, bitch I'm on top of that shit like a chin up
That bitch paid for the next date, she a winner winner, no chicken dinner
Bitch I'm the shit, no kitty litter
Got your bitch paid just to f*ck with her
Gotta hit bread like a blunt spliter
Got to kick game, like a punt
Bitch they paid just to front with him
On the front page, you in love with them
I'm above paid and above living
With my bitch chillin' in the sun
I'm fighting my demons I tell them What's up?
I look in the mirror, I told them What's up?
Was smoking too long I forgot how to function
I said feeling something was better than nothing
I said feeling nothing was better than something
Went straight to the head, like that shit was concussion
She said the weed made her fill with assumptions
She said that she like how I sound with percussions
I'm fighting my demons I tell them What's up?
I look in the mirror, I told them What's up?
Was smoking too long I forgot how to function
I said feeling something was better than nothing
I said feeling nothing was better than something
Went straight to the head, like that shit was concussion
She said the weed made her fill with assumptions
She said that she like how I sound with percussions
(Came with a band like that shit was percussion, came in to split that lil shit like a Dutch)
(The smoke it just sit in the room like confetti, trying to come kick at that shit like crutch)
(The smoke it just sit in the room like it's heavy, sometimes I feel like it's never enough)
(I'm cutting it up but it's not a machete, came in, I hitting that, feeling the rush)
(Came in, I hitting that, feeling the rush)
(Came in, I hitting that, feeling the rush)
(Came in, I hitting that, feeling the rush)
(Came in, I hitting that, feeling the rush)
I came in, I walk in, I'm feeling it, aye
I walk with the squad we move militant, aye
That chick not my bitch like it's Billie Jean
Straight to the head like a guillotine
Took that bitch on a trip, it's not psilocybin
Bitch I'm blowing the gas, it might kill the climate
Bitch I'm upping the price, you can see me flying
I just said it bitch I didn't write it
I'm fighting my demon, he yelling uncle, told him"Better wrestle with another sucker"
Said"I better hit him with an upper cutter", By the time I get him rid, I got another
Said I had to dip her like it's honey butter, got to hit it back just to get another
She gone get attached if I said I love her, so I double back with a reposado
I'm fighting my demon, he yelling uncle, told him"Better wrestle with another sucker"
Said"I better hit him with an upper cutter", By the time I get him rid, I got another
But I'm better for it, because I got it in me, took a double shot and put it in my kidney
Tried to run from it, ain't have it in me, because they popped up in another city
I'm fighting my demons I tell them What's up?
I look in the mirror, I told them What's up?
Was smoking too long I forgot how to function
I said feeling something was better than nothing
I said feeling nothing was better than something
Went straight to the head, like that shit was concussion
She said the weed made her fill with assumptions
She said that she like how I sound with percussions
(Came with a band like that shit was percussion, came in to split that lil shit like a Dutch)
(The smoke it just sit in the room like confetti, trying to come kick at that shit like crutch)
(The smoke it just sit in the room like it's heavy, sometimes I feel like it's never enough)
(I'm cutting it up but it's not a machete, came in, I hitting that, feeling the rush)
(Came in, I hitting that, feeling the rush)
(Came in, I hitting that, feeling the rush)
(Came in, I hitting that, feeling the rush)
I'm fighting my demons I tell them What's up?
I look in the mirror, I told them What's up?
Was smoking too long I forgot how to function
I said feeling something was better than nothing
I said feeling nothing was better than something
Went straight to the head, like that shit was concussion
She said the weed made her fill with assumptions
She said that she like how I sound with percussions
I came with a band like that shit was percussion, came in to split that lil shit like a Dutch
The smoke it just sit in the room like confetti, trying to come kick at that shit like crutch
The smoke it just sit in the room like it's heavy, sometimes I feel like it's never enough
I'm cutting it up but it's not a machete, came in, I hitting that, feeling the rush
I came in, I hit it, I feeling the rush, because bitch I just fight with the man in the mirror
My plug said he getting that shit by the dozen, he shipping that shit just straight out of the villa
I'm pumping the gas but that shit not a fill up, bitch I'm on top of that shit like a chin up
That bitch paid for the next date, she a winner winner, no chicken dinner
Bitch I'm the shit, no kitty litter
Got your bitch paid just to f*ck with her
Gotta hit bread like a blunt spliter
Got to kick game, like a punt
Bitch they paid just to front with him
On the front page, you in love with them
I'm above paid and above living
With my bitch chillin' in the sun
I'm fighting my demons I tell them What's up?
I look in the mirror, I told them What's up?
Was smoking too long I forgot how to function
I said feeling something was better than nothing
I said feeling nothing was better than something
Went straight to the head, like that shit was concussion
She said the weed made her fill with assumptions
She said that she like how I sound with percussions
I'm fighting my demons I tell them What's up?
I look in the mirror, I told them What's up?
Was smoking too long I forgot how to function
I said feeling something was better than nothing
I said feeling nothing was better than something
Went straight to the head, like that shit was concussion
She said the weed made her fill with assumptions
She said that she like how I sound with percussions
(Came with a band like that shit was percussion, came in to split that lil shit like a Dutch)
(The smoke it just sit in the room like confetti, trying to come kick at that shit like crutch)
(The smoke it just sit in the room like it's heavy, sometimes I feel like it's never enough)
(I'm cutting it up but it's not a machete, came in, I hitting that, feeling the rush)
(Came in, I hitting that, feeling the rush)
(Came in, I hitting that, feeling the rush)
(Came in, I hitting that, feeling the rush)
(Came in, I hitting that, feeling the rush)
I came in, I walk in, I'm feeling it, aye
I walk with the squad we move militant, aye
That chick not my bitch like it's Billie Jean
Straight to the head like a guillotine
Took that bitch on a trip, it's not psilocybin
Bitch I'm blowing the gas, it might kill the climate
Bitch I'm upping the price, you can see me flying
I just said it bitch I didn't write it
I'm fighting my demon, he yelling uncle, told him"Better wrestle with another sucker"
Said"I better hit him with an upper cutter", By the time I get him rid, I got another
Said I had to dip her like it's honey butter, got to hit it back just to get another
She gone get attached if I said I love her, so I double back with a reposado
I'm fighting my demon, he yelling uncle, told him"Better wrestle with another sucker"
Said"I better hit him with an upper cutter", By the time I get him rid, I got another
But I'm better for it, because I got it in me, took a double shot and put it in my kidney
Tried to run from it, ain't have it in me, because they popped up in another city
I'm fighting my demons I tell them What's up?
I look in the mirror, I told them What's up?
Was smoking too long I forgot how to function
I said feeling something was better than nothing
I said feeling nothing was better than something
Went straight to the head, like that shit was concussion
She said the weed made her fill with assumptions
She said that she like how I sound with percussions
(Came with a band like that shit was percussion, came in to split that lil shit like a Dutch)
(The smoke it just sit in the room like confetti, trying to come kick at that shit like crutch)
(The smoke it just sit in the room like it's heavy, sometimes I feel like it's never enough)
(I'm cutting it up but it's not a machete, came in, I hitting that, feeling the rush)
(Came in, I hitting that, feeling the rush)
(Came in, I hitting that, feeling the rush)
(Came in, I hitting that, feeling the rush)
Writer: Benjamin Quintana
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid