The Thing Songtext
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The Thing Songtext
Dun dun dun dun, aww
Dun dun dun, dun dun
It′s some petty shit, huh
It be the, it be the things that just grind on your bones
It be the things that just nobody knows (Things you do)
Yeah (You do)
How many ways could a nigga say no?
How many days can I take all these blows?
You probably don't know (And on you go)
It be the things you don′t let in your home
It be the things that just rot in your soul
Shit, they rot in your soul (How many?)
How many things you let stop all your flow?
How many things you let block all the dough?
Shit, you probably don't know (They do)
It be the things that nobody knows
It be the things that stunt all your growth
It really stings, but you don't let it show
It be the things that
You hearing things, but it′s down on the low
The real me is shit I don′t wanna know
Don't mix my shit in with all that you blow
They break you
Little things like stubbing your toe
It really stings, but don′t let it show
A way you see that nobody knows
Not anything but knocking on doors
A knock, knock, knock, and then boom
These things, they cook on the low
And fill you up, up until you explode
Now everything's gross
That′s all the things you do
I was thinking you know the thoughts
All the things we do for kudos and props
Bro, the back is aching, it hurts a lot
Feeds the fascination, leads from the top
Look ma, no hands (Woo)
Check on your fam, check on your folks
Feels like the end
Roll the creds, present the Feds
Pop a meds just for the 'grams
Just for a smile, just for a while
′Cause feeling good don't ever go out of style
And being hood is exhausting
And being highbrow is costly
White folks' ancestors really made a mess of things
And all this press is just to make a means
Posting socials just to make believe
Maybe magic, maybe Maybelline
Someone told me being lonely is my brand
It made me laugh, y′all niggas funny (Hahaha)
Things we do for love of money
Things we do for love of money
Things we do for love of money
Things we do for love of money
Things we do for love of money
Things we do for love of money
Things we do for love of money
Things we do for love of
That′s all the things you do
You do
Wow, dad, you really got me the one thing machine?
That's right, son
Infinite ideas for instant gratification
Go ahead, try one
Eat an entire bag of party-sized Cool Ranch
Call your mom, tell her you love her
Compare and contrast where you are in life
With where you thought you would be at the age of seven years old
Examples being
Interpersonal relationships
Mental and physical health
Financial stability
Career aspirations
Some may find it helpful to look upon the status of one′s peers
Or even those that one has never met in their entire life
Alright, I got this
That's all the things you do
You do
Dun dun dun, dun dun
It′s some petty shit, huh
It be the, it be the things that just grind on your bones
It be the things that just nobody knows (Things you do)
Yeah (You do)
How many ways could a nigga say no?
How many days can I take all these blows?
You probably don't know (And on you go)
It be the things you don′t let in your home
It be the things that just rot in your soul
Shit, they rot in your soul (How many?)
How many things you let stop all your flow?
How many things you let block all the dough?
Shit, you probably don't know (They do)
It be the things that nobody knows
It be the things that stunt all your growth
It really stings, but you don't let it show
It be the things that
You hearing things, but it′s down on the low
The real me is shit I don′t wanna know
Don't mix my shit in with all that you blow
They break you
Little things like stubbing your toe
It really stings, but don′t let it show
A way you see that nobody knows
Not anything but knocking on doors
A knock, knock, knock, and then boom
These things, they cook on the low
And fill you up, up until you explode
Now everything's gross
That′s all the things you do
I was thinking you know the thoughts
All the things we do for kudos and props
Bro, the back is aching, it hurts a lot
Feeds the fascination, leads from the top
Look ma, no hands (Woo)
Check on your fam, check on your folks
Feels like the end
Roll the creds, present the Feds
Pop a meds just for the 'grams
Just for a smile, just for a while
′Cause feeling good don't ever go out of style
And being hood is exhausting
And being highbrow is costly
White folks' ancestors really made a mess of things
And all this press is just to make a means
Posting socials just to make believe
Maybe magic, maybe Maybelline
Someone told me being lonely is my brand
It made me laugh, y′all niggas funny (Hahaha)
Things we do for love of money
Things we do for love of money
Things we do for love of money
Things we do for love of money
Things we do for love of money
Things we do for love of money
Things we do for love of money
Things we do for love of
That′s all the things you do
You do
Wow, dad, you really got me the one thing machine?
That's right, son
Infinite ideas for instant gratification
Go ahead, try one
Eat an entire bag of party-sized Cool Ranch
Call your mom, tell her you love her
Compare and contrast where you are in life
With where you thought you would be at the age of seven years old
Examples being
Interpersonal relationships
Mental and physical health
Financial stability
Career aspirations
Some may find it helpful to look upon the status of one′s peers
Or even those that one has never met in their entire life
Alright, I got this
That's all the things you do
You do
Writer(s): Jack Nathan, Basil Kirchin, Nathaniel Ritchie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
