searchin for a pot of gold ft. spookybands Lyrics

Okay yeah I know

This shit getting old

When you tell me you hate me girl I know you don't

Don't know where to go

I'm moving to slow

I can't tell you what I'm on it'll make your mood too miserable

I'm searching for a pot of gold

But I know the grass aint greener on the other side there aint no rainbow

She make me feel perfect though

Shawty you my center fold I don't know how to let you go

I'm doing anything I want I don't care who sees

Ima live my life just how I want this world my movie

Please don't act like I'm not here or like you never knew me

I got so much going on I don't give a fuck about none of these groupies

Ima stay ten toes til I die ugh

Okay you know me yeah

I hate when I fall asleep when I wake up I'm in agony

I want them to notice me but I don't want fame and what it brings

I'm so contradicting all my life someone keep pulling strings

Okay yeah I know

This shit getting old

When you tell me you hate me girl I know you don't

Don't know where to go

I'm moving to slow

I can't tell you what I'm on it'll make your mood too miserable

I'm searching for a pot of gold

But I know the grass aint greener on the other side there aint no rainbow

She make me feel perfect though

Shawty you my center fold I don't know how to let you go

Why the fuck did I listen to her she was dead wrong

Sometimes I hate my conscious and I wanna rip my head off

And why do I always listen to the saddest songs when I feel dreadful

I guess this pains the only thing that I got left I gave the rest up

I don't really know where I'm going but I'm going where I want

They aint bout to tell me none

She saying I ruined us

I don't even know a thing about this love but I can fuck it up

And if I'm gone before I make it up to you that's for the better yeah

Okay yeah I know

This shit getting old

When you tell me you hate me girl I know you don't

Don't know where to go

I'm moving to slow

I can't tell you what I'm on it'll make your mood too miserable

I'm searching for a pot of gold