Spirited Away ft. Coop Lyrics

How often do you get good friends?

Or meet a decent woman with some good sense?

I been overthinking to no end, I got money to spend but I been in my head

Will I ever make it out? I been stressing living with this self doubt

This rappin’ my passion, I’m overreactin’

Mistakes from the past just always have me asking

How often do you get good friends? (Oh)

I don’t really wanna take that chance (No)

Now we laying here with no pants

We did it again

It’s so hard to pretend

Pretend like I’m not that guy

Who fuck with pretty women just to pass time

Girl I’m on my grind so I can’t make you mine no I’m making the climb from nobody to idol

I been suicidal

There’s people I’ve lost that I ain’t make no time for

There’s people I’ve lost that I hurt and I lied to

When I write from my mind man I’m seeing the signs too

I made plenty cry too, I’ve lived in denial, I know how it feel just to spin in a spiral

Until you so lost you just stuck for a while

I know it must feel like you fake every smile

So

How often do you get good friends?

Or meet a decent woman with some good sense?

I been overthinking to no end, I got money to spend but I been in my head

Will I ever make it out? (Oh) I been stressing living with this self doubt though

This rappin’ my passion, I’m overreacting

Mistakes from the past just always have me asking

Beam me up Scotty

Shawty got body gave top ridin’ shotty

We hot like wasabi

Robbin’ your shot, mobbin’ John Gotti

They not trynna sign me, quiero mas money

Slime would still front me like that shit was nothing

Bitch while you was fussin’ we jus put more love in

Red that’s my brother we flow off each other cuz we on another

No talking just trust it

Came up on Russett

If you know then you know I don’t gotta discuss it

We jus been rushin’ to bust in these functions, touch us then you gushin’, my homies would love it

If you try me bitch

With my guy you bitch

Gotta go, never know how much time you get

(Uh, Yeah)

Chasin’ paystubs, say I changed up

I still face blunts like it’s day one

Never saved one, not a caped one

Send my moms on paid vacation

Fuck the game I play the station

Skyscraper, lay the basement

Slide later need your patience

Never cater to no fake shit

Imma slay her, like I’m Jason

Not a player, bitch I’m Naismith

This the game that I created

I designed it you just play it

Me and Red keepin’ shit on lock like it’s fuckin’ Shawshank

Came up from the gutters feel like mother fuckin’ Scarface

You fucking with the beat & you listen what the bars say

You’d know that you should fuck with us the mother fuckin’ long way

I want my respect

I put my codes into SoundCloud & told em to cut me a check

Bitch we up next

Probably best you invest in protectin’ ya muh fuckin’ neck

Run with the set

Only incentive is layin’ these bummy ass rappers to rest

Homie don’t stress, pedal I press, man I’m too blessed to be feeling depressed

Best