Spy Kid Lyrics

Turning the night into day

Naw ain't no sleep, lil hoe I'm awake

Pockets eating, I'm scraping the plate

I'm still that nigga from back in the day

Smoking that pressure, gas to the face

Oh he want pressure, blast at his face

Applying that pressure, I'm beating the bass

Getting away, Yeah I'm beating that case

No, I'm not Tay-k, I'm beating that race

In M.I.A., puffing on L.A

Going M.I.A cause I needed space

And I'm getting so high, we can meet in space

I'm Getting so high, can't feel my face

Jit might die if I grip my waist

No I ain't fighting, stay with them gadgets, I feel like a spy kid

Don't pour me a cup if yeen gon' spike it

I'm going up, they thinking I'm lightning

Pop out the cut, this shit'll get frightening

Yeah I'm still up, even when the night end

Fighting, tryna to keep open my eyelids

I stay loud, no moment of silence

No nike but I gotta check on my feet

So icy, that's why she slurping me

She spicy, yeah, I'm bouta bone a petit

Yeah, I've been up for days, ain't going back to sleep

(Oh, yeah, nah) I'm up all night like an owl

I'm growing up, but I still got the mind of a child

Stacking up, watching the paper, it pile

Not dissing nigga's, nah, this ain't 8 Mile

Run up a bag, I ran bout 8 miles

I'm getting head in the back of the lounge

Nah, she can't come to the suite

Oh, she thought this shit was sweet

I'm fresh, yeah, from the head to the feet

Too turned, like it's the end of the week

Nah, this life shit can't spend it with me, lil' hoe

I'm tryna fuck, then I gotta roll

On my way back to the yellow brick road

Can't knock at the door, you don't know the code

Snakes in the grass, gotta get this shit mowed

Time move fast when this shit get slow

This my third cup and I'm going for four

Yeah, walk in dripping like I got poured on

I ain't been sober in so long

It's been 48 hours and I still got these clothes on

But I got new money

And I ran through two bunnies

That I fucked in the same night man I be

Turning the night into day

Naw ain't no sleep, lil hoe I'm awake

Pockets eaten, I'm scraping the plate

I'm still that nigga from back in the day

Smoking that pressure, gas to the face

Oh he want pressure, blast at his face

Applying that pressure, I'm beating the bass

Getting away, Yeah I'm beating that case

No, I'm not Tay-k, I'm beating that race

In M.I.A., puffing on L.A

Going M.I.A. cause I needed space

And I'm getting so high, we can meet in space

Getting so high, can't feel my face

Jit might die if I grip my waist