Paris the Spitta - Head

Cali dreaming in this California king
I mean it sounded nice I’m really in a twin i know one day Im gon afford a Queen
I want the biggest house biggest bed beemer Bentley Benz But I was seventeen
See my reflection and I'm thinking what happened
Failed to reach my expectations and the feeling is tragic
Told myself by 29 I'm gon be neighbors with magic
I'm pissed cuz my neighbors is Rachet
I hate my 9 to 5 I’m late Again cuz now I’m Stuck in this traffic
This hoopty that I’m driving only cost me a stack but it get me from a to b don’t give a fuck if you laughin'
Saw this shorty an I swear she the baddest
I know she out My league but i got 40 if she gon let me smash it
Since i can't afford no designer fashion
She overlook my broke Workin ass for them niggas that’s trapping
An that shit hurt a lot an no man ion go to church a lot but I been Praying I been patient I deserve a shot
I had to focus turn it up a notch
Gave you my word I'm on my way I'm running late I had to make a stop
Don’t charge my heart deduct that shit from my head
It come from the head
Young nigga loosing paper
Stop chasin bitches get some money instead
That went over his head
I was just broke as fuck
Bitch you played me for that nigga instead
She fucked up in the head
The tables turned and she like, you actin funny cuz you got you some bread
Don’t let it go to yo head
Now I’m on a mission chasin bigger figures fuck a pension
You mean to tell me to get money I invest in 401k you gon penalize an charge me interest
Gimme my money fuck this company I’m quitting bitch I’m bout to go an start a business
Follow yo dreams or work for someone who did it my boss was riding in a Bentley I’m this Honda Civic
As an employee working that’ll never make me them figures
I Robbin Peter paying Paul that ain’t no way to be livin'
Can’t take a bitch to eat downtown cuz I can't pay all them tickets
I can see us after dinner thinking I’m finna hit it
A yellow boot up on my shit she laughing takin a picture.
She ain’t gon never give that pussy up
I spent my last on dinner public transportation in my budget so we took the bus
But since that day I got my paper up
I brought a whip an a new house now she out here looking dumb as fuck
Don’t charge my heart deduct that shit from my head
It come from the head
Young nigga loosing paper
Stop chasing bitches get some money instead
That went over his head
I was just broke as fuck
Bitch you played me for that nigga instead
She fucked up in the head
The tables turned and she like you actin funny cuz you got you some bread
Don’t let it go to yo head

Written by:
Paris Williams

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