Do Something Songtext
von Reason

Dangers
Faded, all gone
You′ve been around
I let you walk on, oh
Dangers
Faded, all gone
You've been around
I let you walk on, oh
I need something more
I need something more
I need something more from you
I need something more


So (I need something more) look
She got a thing for designer bags that she can′t afford
Cost more than her rent, she was staying the second floor
Me and shawty was cruising and creeping in the Honda
We was on the same accord but also ridin' in the same Accord
I would stay up, chasing dreams, steady racing forward
Still chasing dreams, but lately, they paying more
I would devote all my time and you would hate me for it
But if I didn't, and I was broke, then you would hate me more
I was so broke, without a job, didn′t kill, somebody insurance, crash the whip next morning with it rain and pours
Fast forward, all my problems, done deflated some
But see the hate around a nigga, it inflated more
Signed to Top Dawg, nigga, that′s my greatest score
But lost a lot, feel like I can't lose for winnin′
Tryna clear my mind, I gotta make room for vision
Did bad to gain a lot, I had to pay dues with sinning
But I'm still here
Death encounters, had a handful, bruh
I could have left before expected, I had Andrew′s luck
Remember signin' them papers and all the fan pulled up
Taking shots of the Henny while we smokin′ and celebratin'
Fuck overnight, nigga, we had the best patience
A new father is proud of the steps taken
Can't go back to how we was living ′cause death waitin′, shit
I got a blessed vision, feel like the best in it
This so hard I had to say it with my chest, nigga
I gotta hustle, take my steps and put some pep in it
Signed and left with it, went with Rock on tour
Feel like Bed Bath & Beyond, I got a lot in store
Put in my soul into my shit I need my M's piled up
died, if karma real, it woulda been got us
I′m tryna change the way I live and how are men brought up
Name Robert, they remember me for the kids I've touched
Made a mil, not enough until I′m Ghost whippin' in a Rolls
Sliding down the road with some hoes in the
Mo′ money, mo' bread, I can't loaf, nigga
locked up, and I′m worried ′bout hoes, nigga
Why I give my time to all my greatest vices?
Know everything costs but never pay the prices
You don't feel it when they say it, ′cause they faked the writing
See you niggas say you artists but can't paint it like us
Like why I give my time to all my greatest vices?
Know everything costs but never pay the prices
You don′t feel it when they say it, 'cause they faked the writing
See you niggas say you artists but don′t paint it like us
That's real

I need something more
I need something more, baby
I need something more (I'll ever want)
I need something more