tobi lou, FARADA - Pasadena (Mini Version)

I just wanted to
You know uh
I wanted my work to be appreciated
Oh it's gonna storm, there's a 100% chance of rain
And none of it was true
The damn sun came out
Shut up with the weather report
They're like you
SHUT UP
I'm not going out there
For what
To prove to you
What I've proven to you
And you still haven't given me my money
Still
If you ain't talking big money
If you ain't talking bout bags
You ain't talking all facts
If you ain't shaking dat ass
Mmh pass on it baby
I'ma pass on it baby
You ain't talkin' big money
If you ain't talking 'bout bags
If you ain't talking all facts
If you ain't shaking dat ass
Pass on me baby
I'ma pass on it baby
Passed up my exit
Passed all my exes
Still getting texts
Still missing Texas
Still living reckless
But I'll never skip breakfast
Tryna get that shit from me
Tryna get that shit for free
Baby ain't no more free
Ain't no more me
Ain't no more we
Never been to the Eiffel
But I passed all my rivals
Passed all my idols
Went for the title
This is my arrival
Fuck..just lost the title
Damn
I want it bad like a Michael
Came back like a Michael
Hold up
Came back going psycho
Hold up
Bitch I'm back in the finals
Taking shots like a rifle
Fuck twelve no disciples
How I'm still going psycho

Written by:
Mark Speer, Tobi Lou, Laura Lee, Donald Johnson Jr., Karlton Sellers, Benaih Mwenifumbo, Matteo Woods

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