Pasadena (Mini Version) ft. FARADA Lyrics

I just wanted to

You know uh

I wanted my work to be appreciated

Oh it's gonna storm, there's a 100% chance of rain

And none of it was true

The damn sun came out

Shut up with the weather report

They're like you

SHUT UP

I'm not going out there

For what

To prove to you

What I've proven to you

And you still haven't given me my money

Still

If you ain't talking big money

If you ain't talking bout bags

You ain't talking all facts

If you ain't shaking dat ass

Mmh pass on it baby

I'ma pass on it baby

You ain't talkin' big money

If you ain't talking 'bout bags

If you ain't talking all facts

If you ain't shaking dat ass

Pass on me baby

I'ma pass on it baby

Passed up my exit

Passed all my exes

Still getting texts

Still missing Texas

Still living reckless

But I'll never skip breakfast

Tryna get that shit from me

Tryna get that shit for free

Baby ain't no more free

Ain't no more me

Ain't no more we

Never been to the Eiffel

But I passed all my rivals

Passed all my idols

Went for the title

This is my arrival

Fuck..just lost the title

Damn

I want it bad like a Michael

Came back like a Michael

Hold up

Came back going psycho

Hold up

Bitch I'm back in the finals

Taking shots like a rifle

Fuck twelve no disciples

How I'm still going psycho