FLOCKERS Remorse versuri

FLOCKERS Remorse lyrics by Ray Vaughn feat. Gemaine

Scribing

Intro
Man, I’m finna call the homie right now, nigga, you over here tweakin’
This nigga not answering the ph—
Man, aye, tell this niggahe tweakin’ right now
This nigga talkin’ ‘bout robbin’ Poly Burgers, nigga
Robbin’ Poly Burgers? Man, come on dog, this a crashout mission?
Crash out
No, it’s Desperado mission, nigga, I’m hungry out here
This nigga know all of us, he been knowing you since you was like four or five
He know your mama, your grandma, he know everybody
On God
So, he know how I’m rockin’
Man, he know we ain’t finna get no chili cheese fries special around this motherfucker
Man, you ‘bout to get a first-class trip to level four, stupid
Ain’t nobody stupid
Dumb dumb
Boy, fuck this shit
Man, aight, man, they gon’ tap in with you later and take this dumb ass nigga to thе house
Aight, I, I love you
Aight, aight

Verse 1
Yeah
I got bills pilin’ up, fridgе empty too
For a week straight, chicken noodle soup
Call from my side bitch, she said the baby due
Bucket catchin’ all the rain holes in my roof
Landlord beatin’ down the door, but I ain’t got the rent
So every dollar that I earned, I already spent
Nigga, air yo’ business out, that’s why I’m always scared to vent
And they said they love me all the time, but I still ain’t convinced
I dont know if God sayin’ fuck me, or my luck just gone
‘Cause every time I turn around, it’s somethin’ else goin’ wrong
That nigga that invented flockin’, I bet he was broke
If I leave the house and come back wit’ nothin’, it’s a long way home
I’m scared that if I go to sleep, then I might die a bum
I’m scared my people can’t count on me, ain’t scared of dyin’ young
I made four-fifty, the first thing I did was buy a gun
I had eight jobs this year and I got fired from every one

Chorus
Sometimes my nights could get long, my nigga (Long, my nigga)
Sometimes I feel life did me wrong, my nigga (Wrong, my nigga)
Most of the time, I be alone, my nigga (Alone, my nigga)
Prayin’ for the day I could be on, yeah (On, yeah)

Verse 2
Life been hittin’ hard and I ‘bout fuckin’ had it
Can’t afford no diapers, baby mama bashin’
Bill collector callin’, mind doin’ backflips
I’m on my dick, dog, gotta make somethin’ happen
If you was gon’ help, it would be automatic
If you was gon’ help, it would be automatic