Wins by Elijah Storm Lyrics

I'm working for a car
I know i can't pronounce
Working for a house
As large as my account
Forgetting all i love
To put my figures up
I'm working for a fuck
On a green back slut


I get bad, bad days
Where i wanna give in
But i stay
Cuz this shit is hype


I don't got time
I don't got grind
All i wants love
But i don't even got mines
Got Damned
My halo don't really shine
Dirt on my hands
And i don't even got wipes
Killa all the way all i want is cleaning
Throw my past away all i need is freedom
From all the cray cray
To get a pay day
Never had to pray
But i need my freedom
Stop killing me
For money
And i said fuck a debt
But now i'm killing me for money

I said Damn
Now i'm killing me for money


I get bad, bad days
Where i wanna give in
But i stay
Cuz this shit is hype

Cuz i got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 wins
Since this song came out


You were so perfect like a super star
You were so expensive like a foreign car
You were so precious like forgotten art
Best thing of all, you were true
That's just who you are
All i want to do is take you up like a shooting star
But instead i'm sitting down in the local bar
Going downtown just to buy up the mart
To fill up all the holes that are down in my heart

I feel like i'm gonna explode like a nova star
Down six shorts, drink more of the fireball
Throwing up chucks on the floor, Dad Perry Park
Why i'm so complacent with the world?
Cuz i'm in the dark

Coming back to Earth so quick like a falling star
But i really should, i'd gone out so far
So far from the level ground, i was solar
It's time i made a change
Thank God i'm sober


I get bad, bad days
Where i wanna give in
But i stay
Cuz this shit is hype

Cuz i got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 wins
Since this song came out