Sittin stooopid ft. Slim Carrey Lyrics

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Goodbye

Critic on the track

Shit about to get real

You only live once

Sitting, moving, got me, stupid, sitting, stupid, acting, three stooges

Yo, coming out quick

Jeff on the beat, man I'm losing my shit

I ain't complaining, got me on my grind

Out in the streets, I'm captivating my prime

So I'm acting sideways, got me, no free game

I drop the beat and little homies check my ceiling

Maybe, I don't know, but let's try it

Ayy, but, fuck it, the homeboys buy it, ayy

Making beats and dropping seasons

Got me moving, got me geeking, freaking, seeking

Got my missile working

Get it

Running back, man I'm trying to get it real fast, quick

Got me going insane, man I ain't even bullshit

Moving, got me going stupid

Now I'm out here moving like I ain't even improving, don't stop

Got me moving, seeking stupid

Now I'm turnt up the volumes and drinking lean with doofus

Maybe, I don't know, but let's see what this is about to be some

This is about to be some

I'm the chef, ayy, with el jefe ayy

No DJ Khaled, but we the best, ayy

Put the phone down and pick the pencil up

I found my own sound, who really gives a fuck

Stone front smoking loud, bondage and blunts

It's got me thinking about all the shit I've overcome

Tacos, burritos, and quesadillas

Smoking by the sea, call that Coral Reef, uh

Spicing in the sea, yeah, I cannot stay afloat

Trying to gain some fucking hope from these fucking words I wrote

Send me fucking starving, got no food to harvest

Cook up in this music instead of munchin' oranges

Chef and Mexican, but it ain't akin to me

Rather cook some fucking noodles cause my pops from Italy

Long hair all in my face, love how my head and shoulders taste

I ain't getting my hair cut unless it's cut by E and J, huh

Sipping on Pacifico, funny thing about it though

This was the beat that she showed me when I had my first m'show

No surprise, I didn't make the cut for her fucking life

I ain't playing on the weekend like that fucking Dice Wife

Yo, there is shit with a plate

Ayy, I'm in the kitchen with Bobbie flay

Ayy, man, we go cooking, got me out here throwing deuces

Man, I'm in the bitch, got me going to hide the sticks

Yo, in the back of the truck, man, I'm out here rubbing a duck

Ayy, don't fuck that, bruh, I'm about to give it up

Man, I'm about to lay it on the shut

Ayy, yeah, you heard us

We getting stupid