8'oclock In Brooklyn
8'oclock In Brooklyn

Xzaye - 8'oclock In Brooklyn Lyrics

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8'oclock In Brooklyn Lyrics

Smokin on that, smokin on some New York Gas right now I appreciate yall
Inhalin the good shit
Exhalin the bull shit
You know wat im sayin
Im on a vibe right now so ima just tell you how im feelin
I asked the Lord to take my pain away, Wont he do it
Roll my weed up take it to the brain,I go stoopid
Bitch so bad I gotta make her stayyyy, I aint Cupid
You kno me I gotta make a playyy, So elusive
Maybe I'm runnin up outta time
Conflicts im havin up in my mind
Real one like me jus gotta shine
Fake shit be winnin I wonder why
Young OG... ain't even touched his prime
Cant trust you, you cant look me in my eyes
That goofy shit my team cant let that slide
I need the throne, my nigga cant be tied
Wat clique you claim these niggas switchin sides
Hungry for it in the worst way
Thirsty bitches is the worst way
California that's my birth place
ATL City that made me
Northsider we go crazyyy
Hustle Hustle, Never lazy
Loud pack got me lazy
Big racks, they gotta pay me
Shoutout dreezy, that's my babyyy yes
I kno these bitches gotta hate me yes
My Bitch bad she went to HBS
No diamonds need that plain Rolex
Lowkey, I'm really Him no flex
Told my Niggas we gon win dont stress
On my way a nigga feel so blessed
Sean combs A nigga like whats nexttttt
Ima made Nigga till the death of me, proper I got the recipe
Yo bitch prolly love it, she on it, wanna get Next to me
Every time its good it get tough again like he testin me
But I jus keep my focus Im gifted I kno he blessin me... Crazy
So what you tryna do lady
Bring some food for me maybe
Dont you be actin fugazy
I kno yo ex nigga Hate me
Jus kno ya next nigga aint me
This feelin only come once
I got that shit that you need
Cant have that shit that you want
Jus gotta roll me a blunt
I make you nervous, its gon be okayyy
I kno this feeling uncomfortable for you baby, dont play me
Im comin for you, please jus don't you run awayyy
Jus let me kno, aint shit to give you space
Give you this therapy, I kno a place
Girl this yo story, jus dont turn the page
Girl jus dont tell me It was jus a phase
So hard to read, my head up in a mazeee
Im in a dazeee
Jus pray for better days

Smokin on that, smokin on some New York Gas right now I appreciate yall
Inhalin the good shit
Exhalin the bull shit
You know wat im sayin
Im on a vibe right now so ima just tell you how im feelin
I asked the Lord to take my pain away, Wont he do it
Roll my weed up take it to the brain,I go stoopid
Bitch so bad I gotta make her stayyyy, I aint Cupid
You kno me I gotta make a playyy, So elusive
Maybe I'm runnin up outta time
Conflicts im havin up in my mind
Real one like me jus gotta shine
Fake shit be winnin I wonder why
Young OG... ain't even touched his prime
Cant trust you, you cant look me in my eyes
That goofy shit my team cant let that slide
I need the throne, my nigga cant be tied
Wat clique you claim these niggas switchin sides
Hungry for it in the worst way
Thirsty bitches is the worst way
California that's my birth place
ATL City that made me
Northsider we go crazyyy
Hustle Hustle, Never lazy
Loud pack got me lazy
Big racks, they gotta pay me
Shoutout dreezy, that's my babyyy yes
I kno these bitches gotta hate me yes
My Bitch bad she went to HBS
No diamonds need that plain Rolex
Lowkey, I'm really Him no flex
Told my Niggas we gon win dont stress
On my way a nigga feel so blessed
Sean combs A nigga like whats nexttttt
Ima made Nigga till the death of me, proper I got the recipe
Yo bitch prolly love it, she on it, wanna get Next to me
Every time its good it get tough again like he testin me
But I jus keep my focus Im gifted I kno he blessin me... Crazy
So what you tryna do lady
Bring some food for me maybe
Dont you be actin fugazy
I kno yo ex nigga Hate me
Jus kno ya next nigga aint me
This feelin only come once
I got that shit that you need
Cant have that shit that you want
Jus gotta roll me a blunt
I make you nervous, its gon be okayyy
I kno this feeling uncomfortable for you baby, dont play me
Im comin for you, please jus don't you run awayyy
Jus let me kno, aint shit to give you space
Give you this therapy, I kno a place
Girl this yo story, jus dont turn the page
Girl jus dont tell me It was jus a phase
So hard to read, my head up in a mazeee
Im in a dazeee
Jus pray for better days

Writer(s): Xzavian B.
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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