Yeah
I ain't perfect
So I believe I'm always growing
And if you ain't heard this
Best believe you should be going
Little jokes Big truth
And if you f*ck around
Then one day It gon pick you
Got a lot of things
I need to get to
Got a lot of things
You never went thru
You know what dope means
It means regret too
Don't let it get you
And f*ck your set too
Two fingers Two hands
I question myself
Go find out where you stand
I hold my ground
Like a food stand
Or like a group dance
Go find my loose pants
Never hungry
Nana didn't do the food stamps
Shit feel funny
Like I'm sleeping in a nude camp
Ain't it something
When you turn
The age to do that
Shit who knew that
I could go And bring cool back
Looking like JT
Cooling like AC
Dancing like swayze
Singing like swae lee
It's f*ck you, pay me
You know the words
Don't ever let them hurt
Don't lose the drive to search
I'm from Pico
60 and the 605
And when I'm televised
I'll shout out Jim's fries
Fed me all them times
When I have it all it the time
I'm tryna say
But I've become my worst enemy
I believe In energy
But everything's worth Questioning
Diamonds wouldn't be
If they aint have shit pressuring
Yeah and that's real
My g
Easygoing - Soul Talk Lyrics
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Yeah
I ain't perfect
So I believe I'm always growing
And if you ain't heard this
Best believe you should be going
Little jokes Big truth
And if you f*ck around
Then one day It gon pick you
Got a lot of things
I need to get to
Got a lot of things
You never went thru
You know what dope means
It means regret too
Don't let it get you
And f*ck your set too
Two fingers Two hands
I question myself
Go find out where you stand
I hold my ground
Like a food stand
Or like a group dance
Go find my loose pants
Never hungry
Nana didn't do the food stamps
Shit feel funny
Like I'm sleeping in a nude camp
Ain't it something
When you turn
The age to do that
Shit who knew that
I could go And bring cool back
Looking like JT
Cooling like AC
Dancing like swayze
Singing like swae lee
It's f*ck you, pay me
You know the words
Don't ever let them hurt
Don't lose the drive to search
I'm from Pico
60 and the 605
And when I'm televised
I'll shout out Jim's fries
Fed me all them times
When I have it all it the time
I'm tryna say
But I've become my worst enemy
I believe In energy
But everything's worth Questioning
Diamonds wouldn't be
If they aint have shit pressuring
Yeah and that's real
My g
I ain't perfect
So I believe I'm always growing
And if you ain't heard this
Best believe you should be going
Little jokes Big truth
And if you f*ck around
Then one day It gon pick you
Got a lot of things
I need to get to
Got a lot of things
You never went thru
You know what dope means
It means regret too
Don't let it get you
And f*ck your set too
Two fingers Two hands
I question myself
Go find out where you stand
I hold my ground
Like a food stand
Or like a group dance
Go find my loose pants
Never hungry
Nana didn't do the food stamps
Shit feel funny
Like I'm sleeping in a nude camp
Ain't it something
When you turn
The age to do that
Shit who knew that
I could go And bring cool back
Looking like JT
Cooling like AC
Dancing like swayze
Singing like swae lee
It's f*ck you, pay me
You know the words
Don't ever let them hurt
Don't lose the drive to search
I'm from Pico
60 and the 605
And when I'm televised
I'll shout out Jim's fries
Fed me all them times
When I have it all it the time
I'm tryna say
But I've become my worst enemy
I believe In energy
But everything's worth Questioning
Diamonds wouldn't be
If they aint have shit pressuring
Yeah and that's real
My g
Writer: Raul Martinez
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