TABS ON ME Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
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Lyrics
Man, it's so many Winstons, looking at their screens, looking at me. What you looking At? Mind your business. Gotta tell 'em
Why you keeping tabs on me?
Never got the gas on E
Fat pussycat when I feel lonely
Always want to tap Monique
Why you keeping tabs on me?
2010 the last known scheme
Run up cartoons, for the bag, on me
Heathcliff, how I got a tab on me
Why you keep a tab on me?
Why you keep a tab only?
Why you keep a tab on me? Mind your business
Put the monitor down, pay attention
Why you keep a tab on me?
Why you keep a tab only?
Why you keep a tab on me? Mind your business
Put the internet down, pay attention
Pigment got us all together like Pikmin
Infant mental level, bullying the misfits
Miss 'em more, ain't no lace on the flops, what you tripping for?
I just stay in the sky like I'm sick of floors
I just stay in the house, staying about, painting a picture for
Doors ain't really closed, I been tipping more
I been wit the stick like it's Gryffindor
Oars up out of the boat and I'm going for it
Moral Orel, your safety is sorta-sorta
Man, suffering succotash, how you sucking ass
Mow-towns like I'm Barry Gordy
King Homes, I was crying a muddy ocean
Made up to myself Bugs Bunny quoting
Been a beast, I'm at peace, half asleep
Felt like Snoogie, so lights out with my emotions, saying
Why you keeping tabs on me?
Never got the gas on E
Fat pussycat when I feel lonely
Always want to tap Monique
Why you keeping tabs on me?
2010 the last known scheme
Run up cartoons, for the bag, on me
Heathcliff, how I got a tab on me
Why you keep a tab on me?
Why you keep a tab only?
Why you keep a tab on me? Mind your business
Put the monitor down, pay attention
Why you keep a tab on me?
Why you keep a tab only?
Why you keep a tab on me? Mind your business
Put the internet down, pay attention
PUT THE TWITTER DOWN
Looking like mothafuckin' clowns
Cleveland, how I'm brown
So, they not wanting me around
Shouts to Cobain, who needs old age?
Wait too long, it blows up in yo face
How you loyal to the Slytherin snakes?
How you salt it, when you ain't even taste?
How you judge, when you ain't witness the way?
I dun seen bro, in his zone,
Hit his dome, getting gone
5-0 asking for us in the home
Took me away
Bro was talking dim to my sistanem
Had to man up and run me my fade
I was 14, first fingerprint
First offense, kept me out of a cage
Edgar Allan Poe, author Romeo
Am I booked before turning the page?
Let the court decide? Mama mortified
God told me, remember this day
GROSS!
