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Gustavo Gatsby - s o h o b a t h r o o m Lyrics



Gustavo Gatsby - s o h o b a t h r o o m Lyrics
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Without a destination
I'm an ever-spinning top
Turning around till I drop
Oh but what am I to do?
My mind is in a whirlpool
Give me a little hope
One small thing to cling to
Life I was living was loco
Bitch I was up in a chokehold
F*cking that bitch in the bathroom
We at Fashion Week in Soho
I saw my future in 8 balls
They started calling me Ocho
Bitch I'm on fire like Great Balls
Jerry Lee Lewis on broke heaux
Motherf*ckers tried to shit on me
Dawgs got hungry and got sicked on me
I was young and on the bench homie
Now Gustavo is the BIG homie
Motherf*ckers trippin, I came up
Baby this shit was a cakewalk
Practicing how I can stay dry
While I'm dodging all these raindrops
Bitch I done lost it all
Fumbled then dropped the ball, you know what I'm sayin'
This shit here done cost it all
They took my name off the wall, you know what I'm sayin'
Bitch I done lost it all
Fumbled then dropped the ball, you know what I'm sayin'
This shit here done cost it all
They took my name off the wall, you know what I'm sayin'
But who would I be if I let that shit bother me though
Till God is calling me home
Bitch I want all of the smoke
I want all of it right now, don't follow me though
This shit'll swallow you whole
Bitch I was jumping out the streets
I put it on the beats, I got it controlled
And that's on my soul
SWERVED
Jumped out, hit the curbs
VERBS
Slang these like birds
NERDS
Play these f*cking words
HEARD
Im'a get what I deserve
COOL
You might see me on the news
OOH
Controversy getting views
TRUE
I done paid my f*cking dues
YOU
Couldn't stand in my shoes
Without a destination
I'm an ever-spinning top
Turning around till I drop
Oh but what am I to do?
My mind is in a whirlpool
Give me a little hope
One small thing to cling to
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English

Without a destination
I'm an ever-spinning top
Turning around till I drop
Oh but what am I to do?
My mind is in a whirlpool
Give me a little hope
One small thing to cling to
Life I was living was loco
Bitch I was up in a chokehold
F*cking that bitch in the bathroom
We at Fashion Week in Soho
I saw my future in 8 balls
They started calling me Ocho
Bitch I'm on fire like Great Balls
Jerry Lee Lewis on broke heaux
Motherf*ckers tried to shit on me
Dawgs got hungry and got sicked on me
I was young and on the bench homie
Now Gustavo is the BIG homie
Motherf*ckers trippin, I came up
Baby this shit was a cakewalk
Practicing how I can stay dry
While I'm dodging all these raindrops
Bitch I done lost it all
Fumbled then dropped the ball, you know what I'm sayin'
This shit here done cost it all
They took my name off the wall, you know what I'm sayin'
Bitch I done lost it all
Fumbled then dropped the ball, you know what I'm sayin'
This shit here done cost it all
They took my name off the wall, you know what I'm sayin'
But who would I be if I let that shit bother me though
Till God is calling me home
Bitch I want all of the smoke
I want all of it right now, don't follow me though
This shit'll swallow you whole
Bitch I was jumping out the streets
I put it on the beats, I got it controlled
And that's on my soul
SWERVED
Jumped out, hit the curbs
VERBS
Slang these like birds
NERDS
Play these f*cking words
HEARD
Im'a get what I deserve
COOL
You might see me on the news
OOH
Controversy getting views
TRUE
I done paid my f*cking dues
YOU
Couldn't stand in my shoes
Without a destination
I'm an ever-spinning top
Turning around till I drop
Oh but what am I to do?
My mind is in a whirlpool
Give me a little hope
One small thing to cling to
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Writer: Steven Schaefer
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid




Gustavo Gatsby - s o h o b a t h r o o m Video
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Performed By: Gustavo Gatsby
Language: English
Length: 2:23
Written by: Steven Schaefer

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