Sink Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)

Alright, let's do it

The water's wasting, daughter pacing, racing, to the martyr's door

He said he'll slide some dick for the clit you hoe or whore or slut

But he ain't wrap no rubbers round his drawer region

Now she stressing like a poor pedestrian praying for enough Panera when the check comes in

First check the messaging, then check the message again

And when it's finished make a mess again

Then undress again, and contemplate what's next again

And not to play with breasts again

Maybe pot and cocaine while listening to method man

Mentioning the cream in her jeans

So she digging in her pocket

Oh it seems she itching for the rocket

No more tissues, socks, or issues of hot topic

So saddle up, soon your gonna be a cattle truck

With low deductibles and very little fucks to go

You give up that hole, as quick as tobacco at a corner store

You see the log or rod and with the hog you like Warner a pro

Bout the throw thirty-two thousand three hundred and forty-four

Except you bout to blow that

By that I mean cash on a tote bag

Then imma lay down so you can blow that

Then we'll listen to doggystyle cause I like a throwback

But we ain't doing doggystyle cause I'd rather see you throw ass

And I'd rather flow fast, but I control impulses

To make it easy for the slow class

She yelling, like a felon, riding in the backseat, telling me go dad-dy

Like the website, but this hit just as quick as the next pipe (alright)

Ayo, get me a light

And don't cry, cause I know you're cat could easily hit the next guy

Go around and hit 'em up like you that one nigga from Westside

Tupac, two packs of beers, and blacks, to block the fastly incoming fear

Fancy crib, plan b ain't hip, but you ain't tripping over pills

He got dollar bills and dollars thrill

But you holler still when the water's wasting

Again you pursue a placement

But then your place hits

And he's with some other chick in the basement

And now it's case this, case that

Son got no pap, gonna have to face that

Now you gotta bring a mace bag

And you missed it, shit it's a playback

Baby dad, here with human resources, child support enforcement do I really have to pay that

Guess it's payback, for the raw dog and I tried to call

But yo phone line was fried like oreo's at the carnival in fall

And I'm over those hoes all tryna follow

I mean the gaul to hold gold over my soul

That is not just for rent or show

Or meant for when you need dough

So if you after that

Leave the dro

Matter fact

Just leave your ass at home

(Just stay at home, don't come near me with that shit, hell nah, yeah, uh, uh-uh, mhmm, yeah)

Shout-out Lauryn Hill

(Um, yeah)