Mt. Jubilee Lyrics

Is this real love? Are you a real one?

Now my excuse is I'm too lit

You see me out, I'm ridin' solo but I'm still relaxed

Pick up a pack I'm in my bag, you can't relate to that

No I don't socialize, I'm to myself, I'm off the map

Cut all these bitches off cause most of them get way attached to me

I said throw it back for me, got her runnin' laps for me

We get liquored up and sure enough we'll have a bad morning

It's too regular, I'm texting her, god damn it I said something that offended her

I'm into her, but I can't be a bitch and open up to her

Yeah, I guess I need some company

Cause I'd rather be out partying

Could settle down, commit somehow, but I'd hate waking up to me

Yeah, I took a break to focus on these melodies, yeah

I cant relate to bitches, only been a couple months

Only trippin' on my riches and my legacy on God

I could make another album, reminisce on what I've done

It's way more than you, the difference is that I'm just having fun

Is this real love? Are you a real one?

Somehow all I think about is what I should've done

And what I did, it's not so easy to forget

But I sip Tanqueray - now my excuse is I'm too lit

And yeah I'm always talkin' shit

Cause I went through it, I was in it

I know it shouldn't be like this

Do what I do and make a difference

What do I think about? I'm older now

At least I got my bank account

It's figured out, I spent too many nights out on that paper route

They hands are out, just when I'm up they finally wanna come around

What type of sneaky shit is that? Back then I thought I had a big amount

Until some better days come around, I'm on that same shit

Who am I to blame? Bitch, you got me suffocated

I been dodging bullets and it's honestly amazing

Quit acting like you know it isn't part of the arrangement

I don't know how all this got so fucking complicated

I can hold a job but I can't hold a conversation

I feel so high up, I damn near thought I was sedated

We all read the book, but we left off on different pages

You can bet it up I'll be around collecting payments

And I don't give a shit without a reason, that's what pain is

Is this real love? Are you a real one?

Somehow all I think about is what I should've done

And what I did, it's not so easy to forget

But I sip Tanqueray - now my excuse is I'm too lit

Is this real love? Are you a real one?

Somehow all I think about is what I should've done

And what I did, it's not so easy to forget

But I sip Tanqueray - now my excuse is I'm too lit