Album on I Just Got A Lot On My Shoulders
Track 8 on I Just Got A Lot On My Shoulders
Missing Everything Lyrics
[Chorus]
Yeah, I was just missin’ everything that we do
I was tryna come back, I was waterin’ my roots
I was tryna push up, I had things in the coupe, oh
Baby, I’m a star, just can’t see me
I need a reason, uh (I need a reason)
Matchin’ in Balenci’ this evening, for the whole season
I just hit Shyne for a bezel (Yeah)
I got these hoes like Helter Skelter, young nigga rich forever, uh
Pop my shit, ain’t got nothin’ better
For the due baby that you not around (Not around)
I’m a rough rider, been tearin’ up my town (Tearin’ up my town, wow, wow)
I need you now, I’ll let her go
[Verse]
Smoke out the pound and he pour up fours, baby, oh-oh-oh
Got a new bitch touchin’ her toes, yeah
Black on from my toes to head
Finished givin’ me dome and then she said
“I can’t see why these hoes don’t love you
At night, I dream only being for you
Forever, I’ll ride for you, baby”
Grandma, know you see me poppin’
Poppin’, four-door ridin’, thank God Almighty
I just caught me a body, told nobody (Shh)
Hope my body’ll never get tired of fightin’ (No)
Nigga, let’s do it (Yeah)
Young nigga like a young bull, got a heart like Rocky
That ain’t my mans (Baow)
Nigga got at Dave and I heard that flunky pop him
I ain’t playin’ games
In the Maybach, hittin’ on the gas, you get behind me
These niggas lame (Lame)
I’ma paint my nails and paint my face like Hardy
YoungBoy Ed (Ha)
For to knock out the brains, hit head (Ooh)
They gon’ call up the feds when I get on his
ass ’bout what he done said (Ooh)
Can you tie my shoes? Can you drive my coupe? Yeah
Buy new Jimmy Choos, strictly for you (You)
Typhoon, water, I’ll say you improved (Improved)
Let’s get it started, I’ll shoot ’em ’bout you (Shoot ’em)
Lean like it’s water, ain’t losin’ my groove (‘Oove)
I was just thinkin’ and I was just missin’, like, oh
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[Chorus]
I was just missin’ everything that we do (Oh)
I was tryna come back, I was waterin’ my roots (Ha)
I was tryna push up, I had things in the coupe, oh (Slime, slime, slime)
Baby, I’m a star, just can’t see me
I need a reason (Reason), uh (Huh)
Matchin’ in Balenci’ this evening, for the whole season
I just hit Shyne for a bezel, huh
I got these hoes like Helter Skelter, young nigga rich forever, uh
Pop my shit, ain’t got nothin’ better
For the due baby that you not around
I’m a rough rider, been tearin’ up my town
I need you now, I’ll let her go
[Outro]
I’ll let her go
I’ll let her go
Oh, slatt, slatt, slatt