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Worth Video (MV)




Performed By: Durango
Language: English
Length: 3:45
Written by: Bryce Jollie




Durango - Worth Lyrics
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Man I haven't made it yet
But when I get a steady check
Call the bank and
Deposit it no stopping it
Feel my brain quit and I split
Ain't it obvious
Excused tardiness
Last guardian ain't shit
Till he seen tits on a bitch
Out of spit out of spite
Kill a brotha on sight
If he f*cks with my kin
In the dead of night
Done taking orders bitch you out of quarters
How you gonna pay for that
Sanity is on the border i got a disorder
That has to do with being sad
You should be glad that I do not have
The time or confidence to act like I'm all that
Because if I did I'd be killing the game
But instead ill decide to keep my mind on track
I don't know how to rhyme
I ain't been happy in a long time
F*ck a new watch have you seen mine
I been bumping this all night
Losing it like all might
Old clothes getting real tight
Get money yeah I try
Bread growing like it's rye
Bitches eyeing me
Why you lying
Please stop crying
On my dash you past
The point of no return
Bitch you didn't learn
Stop prying me please
You gonna freeze
When you on your knees
So stop begging for it
There's the door see
Me on my grind been
Putting in time
I'm losing my mind
I ain't feeling fine
Fine snort them lines
I ain't gonna whine
But don't act like nothing happened
Seat belt fastened
Bitch you ain't a fashion
Icon when you putting on that python
But a tight thong looking real strong
On King Kong saying did you write this song
But did you write this song?
I don't know how to rhyme
I ain't been happy in a long time
F*ck a new watch have you seen mine
I been bumping this all night
Losing it like all might
Old clothes getting real tight
Get money yeah I try
Bread growing like it's rye
I don't know how to rhyme
I ain't been happy in a long time
F*ck a new watch have you seen mine
I been bumping this all night
Losing it like all might
Old clothes getting real tight
Get money yeah I try
Bread growing like it's rye
I'm feeling vacant cause every time I make something new I tend to hate it
Feeling overwhelmed with the stress my brain split and
I hate myself wish I could change it
But I just can't stop waiting for the day when I finally drop till then I'm in the backdrop
Getting inspiration out of desperation feeling my heart throb
Heart throb?
You ain't nothing but a dumb slob
Allergies got your lungs stopped
Breath control of a fat cop
And really life like a parent swap
Two homes gotta clothes shop
School feeling like a binge watch
And I really want a new mob
I don't know how to rhyme
I ain't been happy in a long time
F*ck a new watch have you seen mine
I been bumping this all night
Losing it like all might
Old clothes getting real tight
Get money yeah I try
Bread growing like it's rye
I don't know how to rhyme
I ain't been happy in a long time
F*ck a new watch have you seen mine
I been bumping this all night
Losing it like all might
Old clothes getting real tight
Get money yeah I try
Bread growing like it's rye
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Man I haven't made it yet
But when I get a steady check
Call the bank and
Deposit it no stopping it
Feel my brain quit and I split
Ain't it obvious
Excused tardiness
Last guardian ain't shit
Till he seen tits on a bitch
Out of spit out of spite
Kill a brotha on sight
If he f*cks with my kin
In the dead of night
Done taking orders bitch you out of quarters
How you gonna pay for that
Sanity is on the border i got a disorder
That has to do with being sad
You should be glad that I do not have
The time or confidence to act like I'm all that
Because if I did I'd be killing the game
But instead ill decide to keep my mind on track
I don't know how to rhyme
I ain't been happy in a long time
F*ck a new watch have you seen mine
I been bumping this all night
Losing it like all might
Old clothes getting real tight
Get money yeah I try
Bread growing like it's rye
Bitches eyeing me
Why you lying
Please stop crying
On my dash you past
The point of no return
Bitch you didn't learn
Stop prying me please
You gonna freeze
When you on your knees
So stop begging for it
There's the door see
Me on my grind been
Putting in time
I'm losing my mind
I ain't feeling fine
Fine snort them lines
I ain't gonna whine
But don't act like nothing happened
Seat belt fastened
Bitch you ain't a fashion
Icon when you putting on that python
But a tight thong looking real strong
On King Kong saying did you write this song
But did you write this song?
I don't know how to rhyme
I ain't been happy in a long time
F*ck a new watch have you seen mine
I been bumping this all night
Losing it like all might
Old clothes getting real tight
Get money yeah I try
Bread growing like it's rye
I don't know how to rhyme
I ain't been happy in a long time
F*ck a new watch have you seen mine
I been bumping this all night
Losing it like all might
Old clothes getting real tight
Get money yeah I try
Bread growing like it's rye
I'm feeling vacant cause every time I make something new I tend to hate it
Feeling overwhelmed with the stress my brain split and
I hate myself wish I could change it
But I just can't stop waiting for the day when I finally drop till then I'm in the backdrop
Getting inspiration out of desperation feeling my heart throb
Heart throb?
You ain't nothing but a dumb slob
Allergies got your lungs stopped
Breath control of a fat cop
And really life like a parent swap
Two homes gotta clothes shop
School feeling like a binge watch
And I really want a new mob
I don't know how to rhyme
I ain't been happy in a long time
F*ck a new watch have you seen mine
I been bumping this all night
Losing it like all might
Old clothes getting real tight
Get money yeah I try
Bread growing like it's rye
I don't know how to rhyme
I ain't been happy in a long time
F*ck a new watch have you seen mine
I been bumping this all night
Losing it like all might
Old clothes getting real tight
Get money yeah I try
Bread growing like it's rye
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Writer: Bryce Jollie
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