KozyBlu - PardonMe

I just want to elevate but they just want the
I just want to elevate but they just want the old me
Spend time with you
Not for free cause you don't own me
Whistle
Life get rough boy
What happened to your homies
Made ten racks off of just being lonely
I just want to elevate but they just want the old me
Spend time with you
Not for free cause you don't own me
Whistle
Life get rough boy
What happened to your homies
Made ten racks off of just being lonely

My lil brother give no fucks and he been writing his own paystubs
Had to runaway to make a name
And get my cake up
His bitch pretty but she ugly with no makeup
We could turn a ps5 into a printer wake up
Uh huh
Like brother wake up
Uh huh
Choosin poverty how you wake up and you was still broke
Choosin poverty how you wake up and you was still broke
Shorty jumping round
It's probably xans yeah
She a real croak
Oh my goodness
Pardon me if I
Oh my goodness
Pardon me if I get a lil loose in this bitch
Fashionista chain like a noose on my wrist
Fake niggas on my nuts and they bitch on my dick
Yeah
I just
I just wanna elevate but they just
Pardon me if I

I just want to elevate but they just want the old me
Spend time with you not for free cause you don't own me
Shwoo
Life get rough boy
What happened to your homies
Made ten racks off of just being lonely

Lone
Lone
Yeah this that opera music
Yeah this that
Yoppa music
Yea this that yoppa music
Lone
Yeah this that
Lone
Yeah this that yoppa music
Opera music
This that opera music
Lone
This that talk yo shit and go and pop em music
Lone

She probably want me dead
But she stuck in my head
And I can't seem to run her out
I make money in droughts
Boy can't you see
How you still trynna compete
Im doing this shit with complacency
Bro can't you see
I ain't even racing
I'll be the highest in the room
When Noon comes chasing the moon
Just like Jason

Brand new bag I got it for the summer
Shoutout to my mama
She know she done raised a runner
I know that my pops pray for me at night
Cause I'm a sinner
Im still having migraines
But I ain't on no painkillers
I like architecture
I like her complexion
I don't take confessions
I just go and get that bag to take from my depression

Written by:
Julian-Miguel Rojas

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