Just What I Am (feat. King Chip)歌词
作词 : Scott Mescudi/C. Worth
作曲 : Scott Mescudi/C. Worth
I'm just what you made God
Not many I trust
I'mma go my own way, God
Take my faith to wherever you want
I'm out here, on my son
Won't stop 'til I get me some
Club-hoppin', tryin' to get me some
Bad *****es wanna get me sprung
Early in the morning, I'm wakin' bakin'
Drinkin', contemplatin',
ain't no such thing as Satan
Evil is what you make it
Thank the Lord for that burning bush
That big body benz I was born to push
On my way I'm burning kush
Now you don't be worryin' 'bout us
Neighbors knockin' on the door,
asking can we turn it down
I say, Ain't no music on
she said, Naw, that **** is loud
*****, we ballin', straight swaggin'
Lost heart, but I'm maintainin'
I've been told that I'm amazing
Make sure keep that fire blazin',
**** livin'
I need smoke
I need to smoke
Who gon' hold me down now
I want to get high y'all
I want to get high y'all
Need it to get by, y'all
Can you get me high y'all
I want to get high y'all
I want to get high y'all
Need it to get by, y'all
Can you get me high y'all
I'm just what you made God,
I'm just what you made God
I'm just what you made God Nee-need it
I'm just what you made God,
what you made God
I'm just what you made God
Let me tell you 'bout my month y'all
Endless shopping, I had a ball
I had to ball for therapy
My shrink don't think that helps at all
Whatever, that man ain't wearing
these leather pants
I diagnose my damn self
These damn pills ain't working fam
In my spare time
Punching walls, ****ing up my hand
I know that **** sound super cray
But if you had my life understandyou'd
But, I can't fold,
some poor soul got it way worse
We're all troubled,
in a world of trouble
It's scary to have a kid walk this Earth
I'm what you made God
**** yes I'm so odd
Thinking 'bout all my old friends
Who weren't my friends all along
Hm, when it rains it pours
Whiksey bottles of the six and fours
Everyday the first things a chore
Amidst a dream with no exit doors
I need smoke
I need to smoke
Who gon' hold me down now?
I want to get higher
I want to get higher
Need it to get by, ya
Can you get me higher?
I want to get higher
I want to get higher
Need it to get by, ya
Can you get me higher?
I'm just what you made god,
Just what you made
I'm just what you made god,
Just what you made
作曲 : Scott Mescudi/C. Worth
I'm just what you made God
Not many I trust
I'mma go my own way, God
Take my faith to wherever you want
I'm out here, on my son
Won't stop 'til I get me some
Club-hoppin', tryin' to get me some
Bad *****es wanna get me sprung
Early in the morning, I'm wakin' bakin'
Drinkin', contemplatin',
ain't no such thing as Satan
Evil is what you make it
Thank the Lord for that burning bush
That big body benz I was born to push
On my way I'm burning kush
Now you don't be worryin' 'bout us
Neighbors knockin' on the door,
asking can we turn it down
I say, Ain't no music on
she said, Naw, that **** is loud
*****, we ballin', straight swaggin'
Lost heart, but I'm maintainin'
I've been told that I'm amazing
Make sure keep that fire blazin',
**** livin'
I need smoke
I need to smoke
Who gon' hold me down now
I want to get high y'all
I want to get high y'all
Need it to get by, y'all
Can you get me high y'all
I want to get high y'all
I want to get high y'all
Need it to get by, y'all
Can you get me high y'all
I'm just what you made God,
I'm just what you made God
I'm just what you made God Nee-need it
I'm just what you made God,
what you made God
I'm just what you made God
Let me tell you 'bout my month y'all
Endless shopping, I had a ball
I had to ball for therapy
My shrink don't think that helps at all
Whatever, that man ain't wearing
these leather pants
I diagnose my damn self
These damn pills ain't working fam
In my spare time
Punching walls, ****ing up my hand
I know that **** sound super cray
But if you had my life understandyou'd
But, I can't fold,
some poor soul got it way worse
We're all troubled,
in a world of trouble
It's scary to have a kid walk this Earth
I'm what you made God
**** yes I'm so odd
Thinking 'bout all my old friends
Who weren't my friends all along
Hm, when it rains it pours
Whiksey bottles of the six and fours
Everyday the first things a chore
Amidst a dream with no exit doors
I need smoke
I need to smoke
Who gon' hold me down now?
I want to get higher
I want to get higher
Need it to get by, ya
Can you get me higher?
I want to get higher
I want to get higher
Need it to get by, ya
Can you get me higher?
I'm just what you made god,
Just what you made
I'm just what you made god,
Just what you made
