36D ft. Smutty Warhol Lyrics

Yeah

This how I feel when I ain't got no money, man

Broke as shit, man

Yuh

36D, my luggage already there

Been standing by for hours and hours hoping I make it there

And I can give this power to cowards, but ain't no change in there

I wish I had the vision to make it clear

Hold on

36D, my luggage already there

Been standing by for hours and hours hoping I make it there

And I can give this power to cowards, but ain't no change in there

I wish I had the vision to make it clear

Look, really I'm just tired of my broke shit

My wallet like a door with no handle, cause I can't open it

Sitting, smoking, joking and hoping some money flow in it

Flowing it with these vocals, in hopes that'll put some more in it

I'm on a flight, I'm so lifted up through this nightfall

I'm by a crying baby, beside this lady with reading lights on

That mean don't worry who's beside y'all, because they might fall

I see you hooping, but the thing with Suli is that I ball

I take a plane and see the skyfall like 007

So much money, need a hundred more heavens

But if I go, I got a hundred more questions

Like why you give them demons blessings on blessings

And leave a hundred more stressing

Shit I'm just cold as I've ever been

Rolling since 'It's Whatevr' hit

Alarm cops, alarm clocks, I'm woke as I've ever been

Can't fail, my losses forever wins

And that's on everyday I'm on this Earth that forever spin

36D

They always come back around

They always come back around

They always come back around, yeah

They always come back around

They always come back around, they always come back around

They always come back around, they always come back around

They always come back around, always come back around

They always come back around, yeah

On occasion, I found problems in stipulations

I stood on statements and your ground shook and it's breaking

Run around Vic's, in the towns bloods for the tasting

When the rounds hit, it's hot like stinging bacon when my mouth spit

They down for the count and I count the bacon, bad antics

Frantic sound, gyal panic, don't 'blam' him

Did the devil dance, the handstand, the man's glancing

In the pants was the kings ransom

A black panther on a path serving free samples

The plug tampered with the pack, I hope you breathe cancer

I heard stanza in the blackness, didn't wear pampers

I wiped the shit up out my ass and made man with it, meal ticket

Handouts still stand, but y'all still bitching, stay kicking

Piff in my plan while I plate chicken

Hate shaking hands with you fake niggas, hate making friends

I don't take pictures, y'all break or bend

I was standing it ain't making sense, the same goofy trends

I ain't seen 'em I was in a trench, war proven prince

Every rope I had to walk was thin, only in your mind does your plight exist

The pressure does subside, but there's time to live

Sever lethal ties without shedding tears, lectures on my pride, am I destined big

Really should've died in that red Chevy

Couldn't think to cry, it was too quick

Smutty