Quarantined inside, yeah the times are shifting
But I've been like this since 2016, I don't see a difference
I've been bagging up these bitches, swing your cellular digits
She ain't innocent at all, that's a poser image
For any guy that won't stick for a week or sum
I slide in once
Then I run
I think she fell in love
What the f*ck is up
Never settling for one
Rearranged those guts
I need plenty some
Of money to rearrange the funds
Oh wait
You can't relate
They say I drive reckless
This is big bro in his Lexus
Freak with her, she is from Texas
She talking smack, what did she mention?
But whatever, my money looking endless
When I think of the bigger sentence
It's whatever, great
I'm working on the tape
It's sounding way too nice
But I've been thinking as of late
What really is my fate
Making beats and saying names
And speaking of personal subjects
And trying to play a live set
Is it money
Is it fame
What I'm really tryna attain
Do I want it by today
Do things before my death date
Not safe
To be honest, so I'll lie about the days
Yes, happiness has been in me this season
What for, no reason
But who am I really pleasing
I don't know
I know it's not me
Try and hide me
But I wouldn't mind a flooded time piece
F*ck Gucci, f*ck Louis
Only Dior inside this house
If not that
Better be some Burberry in high amounts
What the f*ck you talking bout
What the f*ck you talking bout
I don't really care of what you're mouthing bout
Yeah, I'm tryna whip a Tesla
Model X shit
If not, then a Nissan GT-R or a Lexus
Whichever my preference
F*cking on your set list
F*cking on a bad bitch
Calls me papi, that's the message
But I've been sitting comfortably since TIBIM
F*ck a friend, cut them off, now they all dead
Still depressed, still a mess, but I'm making of the best
F*ck some rest, staying up, making hits, till my eyes red
Yeah she the type to do that bounce shit
She thinks of me when she rotary dialing
Dive in, used to it, ain't no drowning
Clapping sounds when I make a hit and I'm pounding
But is this the life I want?
Stuck inside for what?
I'm more confused about this than some love
But is this the life I want?
Stuck inside for what?
I'm more confused about this than some love
But is this the life I want?
Stuck inside for what?
I'm more confused about this than some love
But is this the life I want?
Stuck inside for what?
I'm more confused about this than some love
Jo Sea - Quarantined Lyrics
Jo Sea - Quarantined Lyrics
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Quarantined inside, yeah the times are shifting
But I've been like this since 2016, I don't see a difference
I've been bagging up these bitches, swing your cellular digits
She ain't innocent at all, that's a poser image
For any guy that won't stick for a week or sum
I slide in once
Then I run
I think she fell in love
What the f*ck is up
Never settling for one
Rearranged those guts
I need plenty some
Of money to rearrange the funds
Oh wait
You can't relate
They say I drive reckless
This is big bro in his Lexus
Freak with her, she is from Texas
She talking smack, what did she mention?
But whatever, my money looking endless
When I think of the bigger sentence
It's whatever, great
I'm working on the tape
It's sounding way too nice
But I've been thinking as of late
What really is my fate
Making beats and saying names
And speaking of personal subjects
And trying to play a live set
Is it money
Is it fame
What I'm really tryna attain
Do I want it by today
Do things before my death date
Not safe
To be honest, so I'll lie about the days
Yes, happiness has been in me this season
What for, no reason
But who am I really pleasing
I don't know
I know it's not me
Try and hide me
But I wouldn't mind a flooded time piece
F*ck Gucci, f*ck Louis
Only Dior inside this house
If not that
Better be some Burberry in high amounts
What the f*ck you talking bout
What the f*ck you talking bout
I don't really care of what you're mouthing bout
Yeah, I'm tryna whip a Tesla
Model X shit
If not, then a Nissan GT-R or a Lexus
Whichever my preference
F*cking on your set list
F*cking on a bad bitch
Calls me papi, that's the message
But I've been sitting comfortably since TIBIM
F*ck a friend, cut them off, now they all dead
Still depressed, still a mess, but I'm making of the best
F*ck some rest, staying up, making hits, till my eyes red
Yeah she the type to do that bounce shit
She thinks of me when she rotary dialing
Dive in, used to it, ain't no drowning
Clapping sounds when I make a hit and I'm pounding
But is this the life I want?
Stuck inside for what?
I'm more confused about this than some love
But is this the life I want?
Stuck inside for what?
I'm more confused about this than some love
But is this the life I want?
Stuck inside for what?
I'm more confused about this than some love
But is this the life I want?
Stuck inside for what?
I'm more confused about this than some love
But I've been like this since 2016, I don't see a difference
I've been bagging up these bitches, swing your cellular digits
She ain't innocent at all, that's a poser image
For any guy that won't stick for a week or sum
I slide in once
Then I run
I think she fell in love
What the f*ck is up
Never settling for one
Rearranged those guts
I need plenty some
Of money to rearrange the funds
Oh wait
You can't relate
They say I drive reckless
This is big bro in his Lexus
Freak with her, she is from Texas
She talking smack, what did she mention?
But whatever, my money looking endless
When I think of the bigger sentence
It's whatever, great
I'm working on the tape
It's sounding way too nice
But I've been thinking as of late
What really is my fate
Making beats and saying names
And speaking of personal subjects
And trying to play a live set
Is it money
Is it fame
What I'm really tryna attain
Do I want it by today
Do things before my death date
Not safe
To be honest, so I'll lie about the days
Yes, happiness has been in me this season
What for, no reason
But who am I really pleasing
I don't know
I know it's not me
Try and hide me
But I wouldn't mind a flooded time piece
F*ck Gucci, f*ck Louis
Only Dior inside this house
If not that
Better be some Burberry in high amounts
What the f*ck you talking bout
What the f*ck you talking bout
I don't really care of what you're mouthing bout
Yeah, I'm tryna whip a Tesla
Model X shit
If not, then a Nissan GT-R or a Lexus
Whichever my preference
F*cking on your set list
F*cking on a bad bitch
Calls me papi, that's the message
But I've been sitting comfortably since TIBIM
F*ck a friend, cut them off, now they all dead
Still depressed, still a mess, but I'm making of the best
F*ck some rest, staying up, making hits, till my eyes red
Yeah she the type to do that bounce shit
She thinks of me when she rotary dialing
Dive in, used to it, ain't no drowning
Clapping sounds when I make a hit and I'm pounding
But is this the life I want?
Stuck inside for what?
I'm more confused about this than some love
But is this the life I want?
Stuck inside for what?
I'm more confused about this than some love
But is this the life I want?
Stuck inside for what?
I'm more confused about this than some love
But is this the life I want?
Stuck inside for what?
I'm more confused about this than some love
Writer: Jose A
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