Where by Abbot (CAN) Lyrics
[Chorus: Abbot]
Like where do I go
Where these bitches ain't hoes
Where the sun shine bright
So there's no more snow
On god
I ain't got the fucking time no more
On god
I ain't tryna fucking cry no more
[Verse: Abbot]
Got poor
So I had to sell the rock door to door
So tired of all the dreams, that I had all before
I was so fucked up, Smell the dope in my pours
Had to sleep on the floor
What the fuck was I living for
But then I had a vision, Turned my hours into missions
Talkin bout writing lyrics
And showing everybody that I've risen
I got this imaginary key inside my mind
I got the bars and the gratification
Now can you all listen, like
I talk to myself
And my alter ego got a different mentality
Had to quiet down that voice
Because this life is reality
And I don't wanna die young, if so that's a tragedy
At least id be with all my idols, never who doubted me
Ye, these fuckers doubting me
Had to prove them wrong, I make the come up with this sound in me
To think that you compete, With the devil inside of me
You a washed up pussy
With no future come battle me
Ye, come and battle g
Bring your whole crew to, it doesn't bother me
Got your bitch in the back doing sodomy
But you can't even find her
Got so many like a colony
[Chorus: Abbot]
Like where do I go
Where these bitches ain't hoes
Where the sun shine bright
So there's no more snow
On god
I ain't got the fucking time no more
On god
I ain't tryna fucking cry no more
Like where do I go
Where these bitches ain't hoes
Where the sun shine bright
So there's no more snow
On god
I ain't got the fucking time no more
On god
I ain't tryna fucking cry no more
[Verse: Abbot]
Got poor
So I had to sell the rock door to door
So tired of all the dreams, that I had all before
I was so fucked up, Smell the dope in my pours
Had to sleep on the floor
What the fuck was I living for
But then I had a vision, Turned my hours into missions
Talkin bout writing lyrics
And showing everybody that I've risen
I got this imaginary key inside my mind
I got the bars and the gratification
Now can you all listen, like
I talk to myself
And my alter ego got a different mentality
Had to quiet down that voice
Because this life is reality
And I don't wanna die young, if so that's a tragedy
At least id be with all my idols, never who doubted me
Ye, these fuckers doubting me
Had to prove them wrong, I make the come up with this sound in me
To think that you compete, With the devil inside of me
You a washed up pussy
With no future come battle me
Ye, come and battle g
Bring your whole crew to, it doesn't bother me
Got your bitch in the back doing sodomy
But you can't even find her
Got so many like a colony
[Chorus: Abbot]
Like where do I go
Where these bitches ain't hoes
Where the sun shine bright
So there's no more snow
On god
I ain't got the fucking time no more
On god
I ain't tryna fucking cry no more