Conan Madigan, James Cronier - Tell Me Why Lyrics

Tell me why, why he had to die
It wasn't his time
Yeah you guys yeah you always lie
You try to minimize
You don't want the smoke but you gotta criticize
I don't give a single fuck about your hype or your style
Do you mind bitch do you mind
I'm always on my grind
Haven't taken a day off I got no time
I got a hundred thousand bands
I stack 'em to the sky
Have you ever seen a motherfucker looking so fly
I've been thinking back on times when I was the man
Back reminiscing times when I had a plan
Everyday felt like life was living grand
But then it all fell apart like a garageband
Now I'm living low I got the FOMO
All my old bros aren't actually my bros no
I come through for a cyph and then I go home
But it feels like everything is different now on the low though
I don't know what else I can take
People fake so I hit them with the fade
Don't wanna alienate the ones I wanna take
To the top but I can't tell who's real and who ain't
Tell me why, why he had to die
It wasn't his time
Yeah you guys yeah you always lie
You try to minimize
You don't want the smoke but you gotta criticize
I don't give a single fuck about your hype or your style
So do you mind bitch do you mind
I'm always on my grind
Haven't taken a day off I got no time
I got a hundred thousand bands
I stack 'em to the sky
Have you ever seen a motherfucker looking so fly
You ain't even wanna try to make things right
You just wanna hang around with your girls all night
You ain't never really try to treat me right
You made me feel insecure all the goddamned time
Now I gotta move on it's on sight
You and I are not compatible it's not a slight
We've been doing this shit what to long it's not alright
It seems like every time we getting back together it's a fight
I really wish that things could be different
I'm always shifting lanes
Because I'm drifting through life
While other motherfuckers sitting still
Popping pills sipping syrup hope you mix it up well
Tell me why, why he had to die
It wasn't his time
Yeah you guys yeah you always lie
You try to minimize
You don't want the smoke but you gotta criticize
I don't give a single fuck about your hype or your style
So do you mind bitch do you mind
I'm always on my grind
Haven't taken a day off I got no time
I got a hundred thousand bands
I stack 'em to the sky
Have you ever seen a motherfucker looking so fly

Tell me why, why he had to die
It wasn't his time
Yeah you guys yeah you always lie
You try to minimize
You don't want the smoke but you gotta criticize
I don't give a single fuck about your hype or your style
Do you mind bitch do you mind
I'm always on my grind
Haven't taken a day off I got no time
I got a hundred thousand bands
I stack 'em to the sky
Have you ever seen a motherfucker looking so fly
I've been thinking back on times when I was the man
Back reminiscing times when I had a plan
Everyday felt like life was living grand
But then it all fell apart like a garageband
Now I'm living low I got the FOMO
All my old bros aren't actually my bros no
I come through for a cyph and then I go home
But it feels like everything is different now on the low though
I don't know what else I can take
People fake so I hit them with the fade
Don't wanna alienate the ones I wanna take
To the top but I can't tell who's real and who ain't
Tell me why, why he had to die
It wasn't his time
Yeah you guys yeah you always lie
You try to minimize
You don't want the smoke but you gotta criticize
I don't give a single fuck about your hype or your style
So do you mind bitch do you mind
I'm always on my grind
Haven't taken a day off I got no time
I got a hundred thousand bands
I stack 'em to the sky
Have you ever seen a motherfucker looking so fly
You ain't even wanna try to make things right
You just wanna hang around with your girls all night
You ain't never really try to treat me right
You made me feel insecure all the goddamned time
Now I gotta move on it's on sight
You and I are not compatible it's not a slight
We've been doing this shit what to long it's not alright
It seems like every time we getting back together it's a fight
I really wish that things could be different
I'm always shifting lanes
Because I'm drifting through life
While other motherfuckers sitting still
Popping pills sipping syrup hope you mix it up well
Tell me why, why he had to die
It wasn't his time
Yeah you guys yeah you always lie
You try to minimize
You don't want the smoke but you gotta criticize
I don't give a single fuck about your hype or your style
So do you mind bitch do you mind
I'm always on my grind
Haven't taken a day off I got no time
I got a hundred thousand bands
I stack 'em to the sky
Have you ever seen a motherfucker looking so fly