Simple Lyrics

Blame it on me

I ain't the guy I was hoping to be

Asking yourself

Like where would I be if wasn't for heem

The American dream

I caught a Z

Sleeping on Butchy uncommon to me

I want to the smoke like cigars with the heat

I go far on the beat

Feigning for space I get lost in the street (Woah)

I'm too good for that simple shit (Woah)

I'm too good for that simple shit (Woah)

I'm too good for that simple shit (Woah)

I'm too good for that simple shit (Woah)

I'm too good for that simple shit (Woah)

I'm too good for that simple shit (Woah)

I'm too good for that simple shit (Woah)

None of these niggas fuckin wit me!

All I see is clip that's empty

All I see is fake love and envy

While I been putting on since rocking the 10 Deep

Focus

I rock shit with devotion

Weather the storm then reanalyze the motion

Filled with emotions planned to drown em' down the ocean

Nigga was fucked up and hopeless

I want the bag and etc

I got the Mac in the Telly tuck

My self respect you can't get it from me

Nigga you soft like a teletubby

I rock the pink like the Easter bunny

Two Cuban links that can do the Dougie

In that big body bitch looking Buffy

I look too good for the bad and ugly

I'm too good for that simple shit (Woah)

I'm too good for that simple shit (Woah)

I'm too good for that simple shit (Woah)

I'm too good for that simple shit (Woah)

I'm too good for that simple shit (Woah)

I'm too good for that simple shit (Woah)

I'm too good for that simple shit (Woah)