Paroles de Angles
Conversations, I've been waiting to have 'emTryna change the way I speak so that they don't feel so challenged
Can you see the inconsistency?
Come feel the imbalance
I can tell you either way, yeah, all that shit's a distraction
I can tell you either way, yeah, all that shit's a distraction
They have no compassion, they're following fashion
Yeah, I'm not involved, take me out of the caption
Don't fit in a box, I fit in a mansion
Can you imagine?
You don't know my angles, you ain't got the cam
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram
You don't know my angles, you ain't got the cam
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram
Wake up in the morning, money's on my mind
Yeah, I keep on yawning 'cause I'm tired from the high
I've been doing this all week, I ain't even had no sleep
Mama's out here calling me
Like, "Amira, that bill is due next week"
Thinking, what am I gonna do?
Think it's cool but it just won't do
Considering things that I won't ever do
My mind's racing, sending rockets to the moon
Now I'm chasing rockers to the moon You don't know my angles, you ain't got the cam
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram
You don't know my angles, you ain't got the cam
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram
I want no name, no fame
No chain, on my wrist, no watch, no bangle
Don't want a pic, nah fam, I'm a shambles
Don't want shots like a roman candle
That stress there, man can't handle
A few real friends, yeah, just a handful
That disappear, don't care
Reappear out the mist, yeah, like still bangles
Yeah, I don't care
When they need me I'm always there
When I need them, they're live on set
When I need them, they're live
So big them up
When I was broke, they picked man up
You're on smoke
Don't fizz man up for no joke
They'll kick man up
Run out door style, fix man up
I said
You don't know my angles, you ain't got the cam
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram
You don't know my angles, you ain't got the cam
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram
(always for the gram, yeah
Always for the gram
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram
You don't know my angles, you ain't got the cam)
You don't know my angles, you ain't got the cam
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram
You don't know my angles, you ain't got the cam
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram
Yeah, I'm not involved, take me out of the caption
Don't fit in a box, I fit in a mansion
Can you imagine?
You don't know my angles, you ain't got the cam
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram
You don't know my angles, you ain't got the cam
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram
Wake up in the morning, money's on my mind
Yeah, I keep on yawning 'cause I'm tired from the high
I've been doing this all week, I ain't even had no sleep
Mama's out here calling me
Like, "Amira, that bill is due next week"
Thinking, what am I gonna do?
Think it's cool but it just won't do
Considering things that I won't ever do
My mind's racing, sending rockets to the moon
Now I'm chasing rockers to the moon You don't know my angles, you ain't got the cam
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram
You don't know my angles, you ain't got the cam
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram
I want no name, no fame
No chain, on my wrist, no watch, no bangle
Don't want a pic, nah fam, I'm a shambles
Don't want shots like a roman candle
That stress there, man can't handle
A few real friends, yeah, just a handful
That disappear, don't care
Reappear out the mist, yeah, like still bangles
Yeah, I don't care
When they need me I'm always there
When I need them, they're live on set
When I need them, they're live
So big them up
When I was broke, they picked man up
You're on smoke
Don't fizz man up for no joke
They'll kick man up
Run out door style, fix man up
I said
You don't know my angles, you ain't got the cam
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram
You don't know my angles, you ain't got the cam
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram
(always for the gram, yeah
Always for the gram
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram
You don't know my angles, you ain't got the cam)
You don't know my angles, you ain't got the cam
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram
You don't know my angles, you ain't got the cam
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram
