BUZZBALL Songtext
von Lilyisthatyou
BUZZBALL Songtext
Show me love, baby
Show me love, baby
Baby, don′t call, I'm busy recordin′
You know I'm up at six in the mornin'
I′m comin′ up, give 'em a warnin′
I don't get stuck ′cause I'm too important
I gotta work, I gotta work out so eat dirt
I′m gettin' turnt out with my birds
We make it pop like him on my shirt
He rip it open and get his dessert, uh
And I'm gettin′ what I deserve
And you think you get on my nerves?
Why would I worry ′bout her? (Really, why? Really, why?)
'Cause people get what they deserve
Straight blue jeans and a fresh wife-beater
He like me ′cause I blow his speakers
I'm his lil′ fiend, shotgun, two-seater
I got greed, I'm a god, I′m a creature
Show me love, baby (baby, baby)
Show me love, baby (baby, baby)
Show me love, baby (baby, baby)
Show me love, baby
Last night was a key, sippin' the Guinness
And splittin' the G, but never the dinner
Get on the beat, you′re nothin′ different
You aim to please, I look in the mirror
And I'm like, "Wow! You gotta get there"
I′m here now, this is my prayer
Turn it loud, play in the dirt
You think you're bad? Trust me, I′m worse, uh
And I'm gettin′ what I deserve
And you think you get on my nerves? You don't
Why would I worry 'bout her?
′Cause people get what they deserve
Straight blue jeans and a fresh wife-beater
He like me ′cause I blow his speakers
I'm his lil′ fiend, shotgun, two-seater
I got greed, I'm a god, I′m a creature
Show me love, baby
Show me love, baby
Show me love, baby
Show me love, baby
Fuck, I need a BuzzBall in my hand
I see the milli', don′t gotta pretend
Know who I'm not, don't know who I am
They gonna know who I am
Fuck, I need a BuzzBall in my hand
I trust the music instead of my friends
Hope they forgive me when they′re in the stands
′Cause they all made me who I am
Ooh, but I'ma get what I deserve
And you think you get on my nerves? You don′t
Why would I worry 'bout her? (Really, why?)
′Cause people get what they deserve
Show me love, baby
Baby, don′t call, I'm busy recordin′
You know I'm up at six in the mornin'
I′m comin′ up, give 'em a warnin′
I don't get stuck ′cause I'm too important
I gotta work, I gotta work out so eat dirt
I′m gettin' turnt out with my birds
We make it pop like him on my shirt
He rip it open and get his dessert, uh
And I'm gettin′ what I deserve
And you think you get on my nerves?
Why would I worry ′bout her? (Really, why? Really, why?)
'Cause people get what they deserve
Straight blue jeans and a fresh wife-beater
He like me ′cause I blow his speakers
I'm his lil′ fiend, shotgun, two-seater
I got greed, I'm a god, I′m a creature
Show me love, baby (baby, baby)
Show me love, baby (baby, baby)
Show me love, baby (baby, baby)
Show me love, baby
Last night was a key, sippin' the Guinness
And splittin' the G, but never the dinner
Get on the beat, you′re nothin′ different
You aim to please, I look in the mirror
And I'm like, "Wow! You gotta get there"
I′m here now, this is my prayer
Turn it loud, play in the dirt
You think you're bad? Trust me, I′m worse, uh
And I'm gettin′ what I deserve
And you think you get on my nerves? You don't
Why would I worry 'bout her?
′Cause people get what they deserve
Straight blue jeans and a fresh wife-beater
He like me ′cause I blow his speakers
I'm his lil′ fiend, shotgun, two-seater
I got greed, I'm a god, I′m a creature
Show me love, baby
Show me love, baby
Show me love, baby
Show me love, baby
Fuck, I need a BuzzBall in my hand
I see the milli', don′t gotta pretend
Know who I'm not, don't know who I am
They gonna know who I am
Fuck, I need a BuzzBall in my hand
I trust the music instead of my friends
Hope they forgive me when they′re in the stands
′Cause they all made me who I am
Ooh, but I'ma get what I deserve
And you think you get on my nerves? You don′t
Why would I worry 'bout her? (Really, why?)
′Cause people get what they deserve
Writer(s): Maria Isabella Landi, Lillian Phyllis Davies, Daniel Michael Gleyzer, Viktor Bruno Cich Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

