At This Point We Stuck歌词

作曲 : Durk Banks
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob

No strugglin' in the cracks, Smurkio goin’ Travis
Know what I did ain't braggin'
Feelings hurt, movin’ backwards
Santa Monica's proper, wifey lookin' like an actress
Kids super Louie runway, [?] dressed me for the GRAMMYs
We done all had our heart broken before, took compassion
Air-condition in the trenches, I had a cardboard on the back of it
Pull up in the barbers, the [?] or factory
How you call me a dog? You a dog too, but to a pedigree

Why you so mad at me?
Why you so mad at me? Uh
Why you so mad at me?
'Posed to be proud of me, oh

She ain't wanna **** with me though
She ain't want my company though
Take her straight to Tiffany & Co.
Actin' like he rich, but he broke
Wash the pill down with Tito'
Why you say you mad at mе though?
You the one lied to mе though
Niggas wouldn’t latch to these hopes
Drunk head, I gotta recoup
I got you, let me disrespect
Still actin’ shocked at me though
Pedicure, manicure
If you love her, just better her
Ain't nothin’ compare to her
If you hurt, can't compare the worst
I love you, I said it first

Why you so mad at me?
Why you so mad at me? Uh
Why you so mad at me?
'Posed to be proud of me, oh
Why you so mad at me?
Why you so mad at me? Uh
Why you so mad at me?
'Posed to be proud of me, oh