PotBelly Lyrics

Two black suits no white but a grey goose

Big castle all glass but it light blue

Big ass sun all bright when it blind you

They stay broke but the age ain't come through

They got money yeah they got goals

Shit ain't funny when the sell out folds

Man up top said wipe your nose

Now you got no job and your like us, broke

You sold your wife to be a part of this life

You sold your eyes to forget what's real

You sold your day to stay up at night

You sold your soul for a thin green bill

You won't fit in in the streets, trust me

Used to be in industry, lucky

Struggle for rent its a fee, rusty

Got your eyes in my hand and I ask them

What do you see

They say ain't gonna lie

I wish I was back at the top of the sky

Wish I could fly

Really right now I feel like dying, dying

These people at the top think they got it right

But I don't really know if they can see the night

These people at the top think they got it right

Till they stabbed in the back by a fucking knife

I've been running out of time

I've been running out of time but I

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I've been runing out of time but I

but I da da da da

Back at the crib like I'm back with a lift

Lost all my bread so I'm packing this bitch

Thought I could live with corrupting the kids

Used to have no wife no eyes but was rich

Now I'm living with grandma

sipping this fanta

Sick of the tweets and al of this banta

This ones for the fans and the man up top

Big boy your shit better stop

If not

Ima stomp like hop scotch

Your times for all the dimes like a stopwatch

Many people fall now they killing that's a hot drop

I've been running out of time

I've been running out of time but I

but

I

But

I

But

I

But

I've been running out of time

I've been runing out of time but I

but I da da da da

Back with the money like I'm back with the honey

If I'm counting the stacks then the fat man is funny

Got stabbed in the back now my nose always running

I resent in my heat all you boys be bummy

Im protecting this shit

Tech in this bitch

Batman

Feeding the snitch

Bread to the rich

Action

Im on the climb there ain't nothing you can take from me

I ain't finna fall cause the rec gave me fake money

Y'all gonna cry when I get up to the top

That's irony

Greatest no bluff yeah I gotta be

Aroma is fine like a winery

I don't need no money to make great hits all that I need is inside of me