Dime a Dozen by Huddyleango Lyrics
I would get shit for days… if I quit it
Everyone in their ways, they a critic
Stacking it like some lays, then they widdit
If I ain’t winning’ then what’s the incentive
The way you be talking bout me is pathetic
INTRO:
Yuh, yuh
Tired of constantly running
Tired of, tired of constantly running
Tired of constantly running
Hmph, sick
HOOK:
Sick to my stomach (Bleh!)
Not to much room at the summit
Tired of constantly running
Girl you might plummet
You were controlling me just like a puppet
You ain’t a dime or a dozen
Tired of constantly lovin’
I might submit to the buzzing
Tired of what I'm becoming
Wired and run-in’
Am I just running to nothing ?
Sick to my stomach (Bleh!)
Not to much room at the summit
Tired of constantly running
Girl you might plummet
You were controlling me just like a puppet
You ain’t a dime or a dozen
Tired of constantly lovin’
I might submit to the buzzing
Tired of what I'm becoming
Wired and run-in’
Am I just running to nothing ?
VERSE:
I had to dip up and out of the function
Brain being troublesome, trying to function
Too many people so Imma stay sunken
Uhh… it’s nothing. better stay hidden
Broken hearts, in my sheets in my linens
Women sharp, they been cutting my vision
So make a decision, you made the incision
Keep on cutting you won’t find nothing in it
I got a glass shell, keep it tinted
Had to stay motivated, get inventive
Imma get better just give me a minute
I would get shit for days… if I quit it
Everyone in their ways, they a critic
Stacking it like some lays, then they widdit
If I ain’t winning’ then what’s the incentive
The way you be talking bout me is pathetic
HOOK:
Sick to my stomach, (Bleh!)
Not to much room at the summit
Tired of constantly running
Girl you might plummet
You were controlling me just like a puppet
You ain’t a dime or a dozen
Tired of constantly lovin’
I might submit to the buzzing
Tired of what I'm becoming
Wired and run-in’
Am I just running to nothing ?
Sick to my stomach, (Bleh!)
Not to much room at the summit
Tired of constantly running
Girl you might plummet
You were controlling me just like a puppet
You ain’t a dime or a dozen
Tired of constantly lovin’
I might submit to the buzzing
Tired of what I'm becoming
Wired and run-in’
Am I just running to nothing ?
Everyone in their ways, they a critic
Stacking it like some lays, then they widdit
If I ain’t winning’ then what’s the incentive
The way you be talking bout me is pathetic
INTRO:
Yuh, yuh
Tired of constantly running
Tired of, tired of constantly running
Tired of constantly running
Hmph, sick
HOOK:
Sick to my stomach (Bleh!)
Not to much room at the summit
Tired of constantly running
Girl you might plummet
You were controlling me just like a puppet
You ain’t a dime or a dozen
Tired of constantly lovin’
I might submit to the buzzing
Tired of what I'm becoming
Wired and run-in’
Am I just running to nothing ?
Sick to my stomach (Bleh!)
Not to much room at the summit
Tired of constantly running
Girl you might plummet
You were controlling me just like a puppet
You ain’t a dime or a dozen
Tired of constantly lovin’
I might submit to the buzzing
Tired of what I'm becoming
Wired and run-in’
Am I just running to nothing ?
VERSE:
I had to dip up and out of the function
Brain being troublesome, trying to function
Too many people so Imma stay sunken
Uhh… it’s nothing. better stay hidden
Broken hearts, in my sheets in my linens
Women sharp, they been cutting my vision
So make a decision, you made the incision
Keep on cutting you won’t find nothing in it
I got a glass shell, keep it tinted
Had to stay motivated, get inventive
Imma get better just give me a minute
I would get shit for days… if I quit it
Everyone in their ways, they a critic
Stacking it like some lays, then they widdit
If I ain’t winning’ then what’s the incentive
The way you be talking bout me is pathetic
HOOK:
Sick to my stomach, (Bleh!)
Not to much room at the summit
Tired of constantly running
Girl you might plummet
You were controlling me just like a puppet
You ain’t a dime or a dozen
Tired of constantly lovin’
I might submit to the buzzing
Tired of what I'm becoming
Wired and run-in’
Am I just running to nothing ?
Sick to my stomach, (Bleh!)
Not to much room at the summit
Tired of constantly running
Girl you might plummet
You were controlling me just like a puppet
You ain’t a dime or a dozen
Tired of constantly lovin’
I might submit to the buzzing
Tired of what I'm becoming
Wired and run-in’
Am I just running to nothing ?