Sticken to the plan I get it just how I can
Yeah they say just watch your back, they finna dust off their hands
I hope you can understand this just wasn't in my plans
I know they want be me, cause baby, cause I'm the man (Yeah)
Chill when I'm bored, I mean I chill n' record
Imma Minnesota baby I'm just chillin records
I mean I'm waking in the morning put the gas to the floor
I remember waking up thinking life was a bore
Where will we go, she take my ass to store
She spends it like I got it on some Christian Dior
I'm just hopping aboard and swim my ass to the shore
Man she really f*cking trippin if she coming on tour
F*ck it's only 4am and I'm up calling up Denny
Thirsting for some chunes so Imma see what he sends me
And if the beat is all right we might be penning a frenzy
And Imma write into the night and I'm depending on Henny
On god, oh my god
I could really score a dame if I just play my cards
Sent that bitch my regards
Did I go too far
I be ducking in the DMs had to curve that broad
Seen her taking off her makeup and that bitch be a fraud
Simping had me thinking that that bitch was a god
I might just quit job and I'mma rap for the cause
Cause I'm in love with making music and it ain't gonna stop
Cut the shit baby you know I hate foreplay
Simp so long you cheat I'm like okay
I'm not sticken around for all ya hoe days
Clocks keep ticking, I'm leaving cause it's a cold play
I'm not bringing you home cause thats my folks stay
Swear she loves the stroke cause baby that's my swordplay
You're like ice cream but Imma need me some sorbet
Body count is grave cause thats where all the corpse lay
She talking hold my purse I'm like no way
Have me in sephora n shit shes wastes my whole day
Buying bitches bracelets n shit I need to get laid
Working 40 hours n shit I need to get paid
Always leave me hanging and shit like where the coats hang
Simpin in my feelings and shit I need some cocaine
Push me on the edge of my shit I'm on the Cobaine
Walkin like I talk it n shit I'm on the soul train
On god, oh my god
I could really score a dame if I just play my cards
Sent that bitch my regards
Did I go too far
I be ducking in the DMs had to curve that broad
Seen her taking off her makeup and that bitch be a fraud
Simping had me thinking that that bitch was a god
I might just quit job and I'mma rap for the cause
Cause I'm in love with making music and it ain't gonna stop
Sippin on this drink like its Tila Tequila
Now I'm drinking and I'm driving screaming Viva La Vida
She's calling up my phone cause she wants me to see her
I ain't finna wife that bitch cause I hear she a cheater
I ain't gotta lot to say so I say I'm a dreamer
Got no money or the fame but a lovely demeanor
As I'm looking at my phone I play my shit through my speakers
I might just take her on home cause I hear she a screamer
Hit a bar, do a line, I'm gonna give her a present
And as I play the song on I hope the bitch can consent it
Cause Imma f*ck her like I hate her and I swear that I meant it
And Imma bust it on her back that's the end of the segment
On god, oh my god
I could really score a dame if I just play my cards
Sent that bitch my regards
Did I go too far
I be ducking in the DMs had to curve that broad
Seen her taking off her makeup and that bitch be a fraud
Simping had me thinking that that bitch was a god
I might just quit job and I'mma rap for the cause
Cause I'm in love with making music and it ain't gonna stop
Joel Laskey - Minnesota Baby Lyrics
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Sticken to the plan I get it just how I can
Yeah they say just watch your back, they finna dust off their hands
I hope you can understand this just wasn't in my plans
I know they want be me, cause baby, cause I'm the man (Yeah)
Chill when I'm bored, I mean I chill n' record
Imma Minnesota baby I'm just chillin records
I mean I'm waking in the morning put the gas to the floor
I remember waking up thinking life was a bore
Where will we go, she take my ass to store
She spends it like I got it on some Christian Dior
I'm just hopping aboard and swim my ass to the shore
Man she really f*cking trippin if she coming on tour
F*ck it's only 4am and I'm up calling up Denny
Thirsting for some chunes so Imma see what he sends me
And if the beat is all right we might be penning a frenzy
And Imma write into the night and I'm depending on Henny
On god, oh my god
I could really score a dame if I just play my cards
Sent that bitch my regards
Did I go too far
I be ducking in the DMs had to curve that broad
Seen her taking off her makeup and that bitch be a fraud
Simping had me thinking that that bitch was a god
I might just quit job and I'mma rap for the cause
Cause I'm in love with making music and it ain't gonna stop
Cut the shit baby you know I hate foreplay
Simp so long you cheat I'm like okay
I'm not sticken around for all ya hoe days
Clocks keep ticking, I'm leaving cause it's a cold play
I'm not bringing you home cause thats my folks stay
Swear she loves the stroke cause baby that's my swordplay
You're like ice cream but Imma need me some sorbet
Body count is grave cause thats where all the corpse lay
She talking hold my purse I'm like no way
Have me in sephora n shit shes wastes my whole day
Buying bitches bracelets n shit I need to get laid
Working 40 hours n shit I need to get paid
Always leave me hanging and shit like where the coats hang
Simpin in my feelings and shit I need some cocaine
Push me on the edge of my shit I'm on the Cobaine
Walkin like I talk it n shit I'm on the soul train
On god, oh my god
I could really score a dame if I just play my cards
Sent that bitch my regards
Did I go too far
I be ducking in the DMs had to curve that broad
Seen her taking off her makeup and that bitch be a fraud
Simping had me thinking that that bitch was a god
I might just quit job and I'mma rap for the cause
Cause I'm in love with making music and it ain't gonna stop
Sippin on this drink like its Tila Tequila
Now I'm drinking and I'm driving screaming Viva La Vida
She's calling up my phone cause she wants me to see her
I ain't finna wife that bitch cause I hear she a cheater
I ain't gotta lot to say so I say I'm a dreamer
Got no money or the fame but a lovely demeanor
As I'm looking at my phone I play my shit through my speakers
I might just take her on home cause I hear she a screamer
Hit a bar, do a line, I'm gonna give her a present
And as I play the song on I hope the bitch can consent it
Cause Imma f*ck her like I hate her and I swear that I meant it
And Imma bust it on her back that's the end of the segment
On god, oh my god
I could really score a dame if I just play my cards
Sent that bitch my regards
Did I go too far
I be ducking in the DMs had to curve that broad
Seen her taking off her makeup and that bitch be a fraud
Simping had me thinking that that bitch was a god
I might just quit job and I'mma rap for the cause
Cause I'm in love with making music and it ain't gonna stop
Yeah they say just watch your back, they finna dust off their hands
I hope you can understand this just wasn't in my plans
I know they want be me, cause baby, cause I'm the man (Yeah)
Chill when I'm bored, I mean I chill n' record
Imma Minnesota baby I'm just chillin records
I mean I'm waking in the morning put the gas to the floor
I remember waking up thinking life was a bore
Where will we go, she take my ass to store
She spends it like I got it on some Christian Dior
I'm just hopping aboard and swim my ass to the shore
Man she really f*cking trippin if she coming on tour
F*ck it's only 4am and I'm up calling up Denny
Thirsting for some chunes so Imma see what he sends me
And if the beat is all right we might be penning a frenzy
And Imma write into the night and I'm depending on Henny
On god, oh my god
I could really score a dame if I just play my cards
Sent that bitch my regards
Did I go too far
I be ducking in the DMs had to curve that broad
Seen her taking off her makeup and that bitch be a fraud
Simping had me thinking that that bitch was a god
I might just quit job and I'mma rap for the cause
Cause I'm in love with making music and it ain't gonna stop
Cut the shit baby you know I hate foreplay
Simp so long you cheat I'm like okay
I'm not sticken around for all ya hoe days
Clocks keep ticking, I'm leaving cause it's a cold play
I'm not bringing you home cause thats my folks stay
Swear she loves the stroke cause baby that's my swordplay
You're like ice cream but Imma need me some sorbet
Body count is grave cause thats where all the corpse lay
She talking hold my purse I'm like no way
Have me in sephora n shit shes wastes my whole day
Buying bitches bracelets n shit I need to get laid
Working 40 hours n shit I need to get paid
Always leave me hanging and shit like where the coats hang
Simpin in my feelings and shit I need some cocaine
Push me on the edge of my shit I'm on the Cobaine
Walkin like I talk it n shit I'm on the soul train
On god, oh my god
I could really score a dame if I just play my cards
Sent that bitch my regards
Did I go too far
I be ducking in the DMs had to curve that broad
Seen her taking off her makeup and that bitch be a fraud
Simping had me thinking that that bitch was a god
I might just quit job and I'mma rap for the cause
Cause I'm in love with making music and it ain't gonna stop
Sippin on this drink like its Tila Tequila
Now I'm drinking and I'm driving screaming Viva La Vida
She's calling up my phone cause she wants me to see her
I ain't finna wife that bitch cause I hear she a cheater
I ain't gotta lot to say so I say I'm a dreamer
Got no money or the fame but a lovely demeanor
As I'm looking at my phone I play my shit through my speakers
I might just take her on home cause I hear she a screamer
Hit a bar, do a line, I'm gonna give her a present
And as I play the song on I hope the bitch can consent it
Cause Imma f*ck her like I hate her and I swear that I meant it
And Imma bust it on her back that's the end of the segment
On god, oh my god
I could really score a dame if I just play my cards
Sent that bitch my regards
Did I go too far
I be ducking in the DMs had to curve that broad
Seen her taking off her makeup and that bitch be a fraud
Simping had me thinking that that bitch was a god
I might just quit job and I'mma rap for the cause
Cause I'm in love with making music and it ain't gonna stop
Writer: Joel Laskey
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