BOHEMIAN Lyrics

I got my shit sewed up

I got scars I can't close up

But, you know what

So what (so what, so what)

I'ma go up

Go nuts (go up, go up)

I got my shit sewed up

I got scars I can't close up

But, you know what

So what (so what, so what)

I'ma go up

Go nuts (go up, go up)

I feel like Malcolm, peaking out the blinds

I flew that bitch to grab a steak now her taste refined

They say you grown for your age, I was 8 or 9

Come on, I don't play around

Fucking with that pape a get you closer with your faith in God

Best be taking off your cape 'cuz niggas can't provide

My crib been like the bank, got the safest hideout

Watch you get hit up with like 50 tryna take a 9 out

This shit get tricky when you find out they ain't rolling with you

I say lil' shawty what that crying 'bout, ain't got no roll of tissue

This roll of hundreds popping out foul, ref gone blow the whistle

Grabbed a flag on the play

'Cuz your cash on delay

Niggas run they mouth and run wild until that karma get you

She ain't got no plans of tryna make no bands

And she think I ain't got no plans of moving on her friend

But I'ma keep my word as a man

I might be a flirt but it's curtains in the end

I got my shit sewed up

I got scars I can't close up

But, you know what

So what (so what, so what)

I'ma go up

Go nuts (go up, go up)

I got my shit sewed up

I got scars I can't close up

But, you know what

So what (so what, so what)

I'ma go up

Go nuts (go up, go up)

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