CONFUSING Songtext
von Maggi
CONFUSING Songtext
Yea I got this shit on lock
Oh woah, oh yeah
Uh oh woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh I′m in my mind, it's too confusing (confusing)
Yeah, they all want a piece of the pot
Shit, it′s what I'm used to (what im used 2)
Think I'm good I lie
I got loose screws
My heart too tied to you, but my soul in this music
This what I′m meant to be
It′s nothing to get confused with
You fucking on your bitch, just 2 fuck (just 2 fuck)
I'm fucking on my chick, but that shit for the love (for the love)
Yeah, Im cuffed, that′s for life
I-I ain't with that other stuff st-st
They tryna control my life
But I′m no PSP (no)
I'm no PS5 (oh woah)
Said fuck opinions, now feel revived (revived)
Oh, oh
You all in a hive
Not a single thought your own (thought your own)
How you live a lie, I can never live a lie
You try to ride my wave, why try what you can′t handle
Yeah, I'm tryna hit up summer smash
And turn into a candle
I'm in foreign places
Shit, I′m somewhere that you can′t go
Wearing Japanese garments, so cant even
Pronounce the brand, hoe (oh woahh)
A lot of fake love be fucking up my cell phone
A lot of people call, but I'm not trusting no tone
Separate the fake from the real shit
How do I even know
Masked up like they robbers tryna rob my soul
A lot of these people snake
They all showing fake love
A lot of these people fake
They all showing fake love
A lot of these bitches fake, probably got they tits done
Got they tits done
Your pockets short on February
My neck froze like January
So many deads in my pockets
Shit look just like a cemetery
My fingers on cemetery
These chrome heart rings, I ain′t married
When I am that wedding ring
Gone' need to be chrome
Her brain on Harvard
Yea she give me a crazy dome
Your money pile so small
To see it you probably need a scope
My money pile so large
You can see it from space, whoa
Shit, I′m tryna be in LA
Like I'm a laker
Yeah, you people want the fruits of labor
Without the labor
Like you can′t just have lemonade
Unless you squeeze the lemon
Shit, I don't like his attitude
I might 50 cent em
Uh shit im getting fed up
But ill never fucking let up
Yuh shit I love the pressure
Put it on me make me better
Yeah
Oh, whoa
Yes
Oh whoa
Yeah
Oh, whoa
Oh
Im in my mind, it's too confusing
They all want a piece of the pie
Shit, that′s what I′m used to
I Think I'm good im not I lie
I got loose screws
My heart tied to you, but my soul in this music
This what I′m meant to be
It's nothing to get confused with
You fucking on your bitch just to fuck
Yeah, I′m fucking on my chick
But that shit for the love
You all stuck on lust
I'm all stuck in love
Yeah, I′m cuffed, that's for life
I ain't with all that other stuff
Oh woah, oh yeah
Uh oh woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh I′m in my mind, it's too confusing (confusing)
Yeah, they all want a piece of the pot
Shit, it′s what I'm used to (what im used 2)
Think I'm good I lie
I got loose screws
My heart too tied to you, but my soul in this music
This what I′m meant to be
It′s nothing to get confused with
You fucking on your bitch, just 2 fuck (just 2 fuck)
I'm fucking on my chick, but that shit for the love (for the love)
Yeah, Im cuffed, that′s for life
I-I ain't with that other stuff st-st
They tryna control my life
But I′m no PSP (no)
I'm no PS5 (oh woah)
Said fuck opinions, now feel revived (revived)
Oh, oh
You all in a hive
Not a single thought your own (thought your own)
How you live a lie, I can never live a lie
You try to ride my wave, why try what you can′t handle
Yeah, I'm tryna hit up summer smash
And turn into a candle
I'm in foreign places
Shit, I′m somewhere that you can′t go
Wearing Japanese garments, so cant even
Pronounce the brand, hoe (oh woahh)
A lot of fake love be fucking up my cell phone
A lot of people call, but I'm not trusting no tone
Separate the fake from the real shit
How do I even know
Masked up like they robbers tryna rob my soul
A lot of these people snake
They all showing fake love
A lot of these people fake
They all showing fake love
A lot of these bitches fake, probably got they tits done
Got they tits done
Your pockets short on February
My neck froze like January
So many deads in my pockets
Shit look just like a cemetery
My fingers on cemetery
These chrome heart rings, I ain′t married
When I am that wedding ring
Gone' need to be chrome
Her brain on Harvard
Yea she give me a crazy dome
Your money pile so small
To see it you probably need a scope
My money pile so large
You can see it from space, whoa
Shit, I′m tryna be in LA
Like I'm a laker
Yeah, you people want the fruits of labor
Without the labor
Like you can′t just have lemonade
Unless you squeeze the lemon
Shit, I don't like his attitude
I might 50 cent em
Uh shit im getting fed up
But ill never fucking let up
Yuh shit I love the pressure
Put it on me make me better
Yeah
Oh, whoa
Yes
Oh whoa
Yeah
Oh, whoa
Oh
Im in my mind, it's too confusing
They all want a piece of the pie
Shit, that′s what I′m used to
I Think I'm good im not I lie
I got loose screws
My heart tied to you, but my soul in this music
This what I′m meant to be
It's nothing to get confused with
You fucking on your bitch just to fuck
Yeah, I′m fucking on my chick
But that shit for the love
You all stuck on lust
I'm all stuck in love
Yeah, I′m cuffed, that's for life
I ain't with all that other stuff
Writer(s): Nicholas Maggi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
