BELLYACHE Lyrics

All of this dirty on me

I got a belly ache

I'm puttin 30 on em

I gotta celebrate

Faded, I'm countin up

I know it's time to make

All of em proud of me

I know who doubted me

I jump in the booth for a minute

I double my vision

I'm showin up late

They're sayin somethin way different

Than everything that they done told to my face

I cannot face it

All of em basic

I can't take it

My sensations quick

And my patience thin

I might go above the rim

But my feet stay on the ground

I can't back track

I been countin racks

I need like plenty of em

Stuffed in a backpack

Then do the dash on em

My head obliterated

I reincarnated

Flow on starvation

They're copy carbonated

Money reciprocated

And then it boomerang

Got a few things on my mind

That I might do today

We're not thinkin' bout a caption we got moves to make

I can't back track

I been countin racks

I need like plenty of em

Stuffed in a backpack

All of this dirty on me

I got a belly ache

I'm puttin 30 on em

I gotta celebrate

Faded, I'm countin up

I know it's time to make

All of em proud of me

I know who doubted me