Digits
Lyrics
Imma sit back and relax
While sitting in class
Casually I'll be making digits
Imma put in all the work
While they still unheard
Prolly getting nothing finished
Imma keep stacking my bread up
I don't know why she so fed up
But imma stay winning
I hate new begginings
Cause they always seem to be sped up
Stand on the top top top
I do my lil walk walk walk
She get the fendi on
But she aint got pra prada
Hate the way it goes
But that just goes to show
That all she been doing is lying to me
Cause we ain't nothing more
I don't really think about what's next
But imma stay flexin' on my exes
I don't really wanna double check
But imma eat this shit up like its breakfast
It's all the finer things
And it's the pretty looks
That keep them hook line and sinker
I'm pretty shook
Did I change my demeanor
Too fast to look
Crop you just like a picture
Read you like a book
I'm done
I'm done yeah
No fun
No luck yeah yeah
I'm done
I'm done yeah
I run
And gun yeah yeah
I run to fast to far away
No no
My love flushed away down that drain
No more
My life flashed away and decayed
Ignored
My love flashed away and erased
It's gone
Imma sit back and relax
While sitting in class
Casually ill be making digits
Imma put in all the work
While they still unheard
Prolly getting nothing finished
Imma keep stacking my bread up
I don't know why she so fed up
But imma stay winning
I hate new begginings
Cause they always seem to be sped up
Stand on the top top top
I do my lil walk walk walk
She get the fendi on
But she aint got pra prada
Hate the way it goes
But that just goes to show
That all she been doing is lying to me
Cause we ain't nothing more
Imma sit back and relax
While sitting in class
Casually I'll be making digits
Imma put in all the work
While they still unheard
Prolly getting nothing finished
Imma keep stacking my bread up
I don't know why she so fed up
But imma stay winning
I hate new begginings
Cause they always seem to be sped up
Stand on the top top top
I do my lil walk walk walk
She get the fendi on
But she aint got pra prada
Hate the way it goes
But that just goes to show
That all she been doing is lying to me
Cause we ain't nothing more
I don't really think about what's next
But imma stay flexin' on my exes
I don't really wanna double check
But imma eat this shit up like its breakfast
It's all the finer things
And it's the pretty looks
That keep them hook line and sinker
I'm pretty shook
Did I change my demeanor
Too fast to look
Crop you just like a picture
Read you like a book
I'm done
I'm done yeah
No fun
No luck yeah yeah
I'm done
I'm done yeah
I run
And gun yeah yeah
I run to fast to far away
No no
My love flushed away down that drain
No more
My life flashed away and decayed
Ignored
My love flashed away and erased
It's gone
Imma sit back and relax
While sitting in class
Casually ill be making digits
Imma put in all the work
While they still unheard
Prolly getting nothing finished
Imma keep stacking my bread up
I don't know why she so fed up
But imma stay winning
I hate new begginings
Cause they always seem to be sped up
Stand on the top top top
I do my lil walk walk walk
She get the fendi on
But she aint got pra prada
Hate the way it goes
But that just goes to show
That all she been doing is lying to me
Cause we ain't nothing more
Writer(s): Jackson Thompson
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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