Too Ugly Lyrics

They askin what happened

Honestly I been looking for my passion

I lost my soul been tryna get it back man

I lost control heart colder than Aspen

And women and weed was the distraction

And drowning in my emotions was the reaction

So I took it back and chopped up the sampling

Uh yea

Too ugly for fame is the campaign

But when she look me in my face she dont comprende

And you bet not bring ya friend bae

Always pocket watching cock blocking no Dikembe

She just want the best for her friend aye

I think hidden agendas might be the plan A

And if I get in her feelings might need a plan B

I was all alone, dolo, by myself

Damier belt help to hold my self esteem up

While the devil out playing clean up

I was in the back of the brinks truck

Tryna get my fucking G’s up

I was thinking grands in a rubber band

But Uncle Sam had another plan

Type of shit got me saying mother fuck government

Even when I was working for the government

Nothing was sweet shit was hot

Summers was oven lit

Working 28 hours one weeekend that was some other shit

Where the fuck did my life go

To get the budget bitch

I ain’t selling no white hoe

Excuse my fuckin French

And these days be too ugly for fame

There’s a price you gotta pay for people knowing ya name

And I ain’t even need a taste to know that that ain’t sweet

What’s the cost of ya soul bruh that ain’t cheap