THOUGHTS by Wasiu Lyrics
[Intro]
These are thoughts that I be-
Ay...
[VERSE 1]
Superficial
Bet she feels it in her pelvis
Stole your muse and rocked the world like I was Elvis
Everyone knows I’m the shit because they smelt it
Son/Sun I’m fly like Icarus and nearly melted
Gucci Scarf because my neck froze
Kill the fit for whom the bell tolls
I stay strapped before I’m R.I.P’d like Velcro
Off the rip I’m ripping shit
They like Othello, jealous of mе
Wait...
Life’s a bitch, well hola
I stretch hеr shit like yoga
Bitch feel the force like Yoda
I’m in her lungs like... *cough*
Wait
Hold up
I’m back and right up on ya
I’m in her lungs like rona
Come and breathe my aroma
Ayy
Ice all on my wrist
Like my mothafuckin' wrist aches
I like taking risks, fuckin' bitches that be risqué
No that’s not my miss, that’s a mothafuckin' mistake
I knew I’d be big, since the, since the fucking 5th Grade
[PRE-HOOK]
Yeah yea
Since the mothafuckin' 5th Grade
Knew I’d make it big, but which day?
Ayy
Knew I’d make it
Ayy
[Chorus]
I got thoughts of making it
I got thots that’s naked and
Oh, I thought that they could swim
Cuz we off relationships
I got thoughts to make it rich
I got thoughts to make it big
Yeah, yeah
I got thoughts to make it big
I got
I got
I got
I got
I got
[VERSE 2]
I got
Thoughts to stack a million then piss on y’all at the bottom
Now how’s that for trickle-down economics?
Speak that Whatchu-ma-call-it
English, French
Je m’en calisse
Montréal is where I be
Bon-Dieu-Voit, say Wallahi
Hold up
Gucci Scarf cuz still my neck cold
Down to die for riches
All my life the debt rose
The weight of what I must owe/muscle
Still I flex though
I don’t rest but clearly wrestle
With my Inner Demons
Make no sense like Bitcoin
Yea
Fuck my life, well bitch join
Cuz
We all dying one day
It’s just so hard to pinpoint
I
Just do what I’ve been doing
Remain an OutKast and
Stay by my fuckin' Stacks like Big Boi
My Thoughts to build and destroy
Ayy
Ice all on my wrist
Like my mothafuckin' wrist aches
I like taking risks, fuckin' bitches that be risqué
No that’s not my miss, that’s a mothafuckin' mistake
I knew I’d be big, since the
Since the fucking 5th grade
Ay
These are thoughts that I be-
Ay...
[VERSE 1]
Superficial
Bet she feels it in her pelvis
Stole your muse and rocked the world like I was Elvis
Everyone knows I’m the shit because they smelt it
Son/Sun I’m fly like Icarus and nearly melted
Gucci Scarf because my neck froze
Kill the fit for whom the bell tolls
I stay strapped before I’m R.I.P’d like Velcro
Off the rip I’m ripping shit
They like Othello, jealous of mе
Wait...
Life’s a bitch, well hola
I stretch hеr shit like yoga
Bitch feel the force like Yoda
I’m in her lungs like... *cough*
Wait
Hold up
I’m back and right up on ya
I’m in her lungs like rona
Come and breathe my aroma
Ayy
Ice all on my wrist
Like my mothafuckin' wrist aches
I like taking risks, fuckin' bitches that be risqué
No that’s not my miss, that’s a mothafuckin' mistake
I knew I’d be big, since the, since the fucking 5th Grade
[PRE-HOOK]
Yeah yea
Since the mothafuckin' 5th Grade
Knew I’d make it big, but which day?
Ayy
Knew I’d make it
Ayy
[Chorus]
I got thoughts of making it
I got thots that’s naked and
Oh, I thought that they could swim
Cuz we off relationships
I got thoughts to make it rich
I got thoughts to make it big
Yeah, yeah
I got thoughts to make it big
I got
I got
I got
I got
I got
[VERSE 2]
I got
Thoughts to stack a million then piss on y’all at the bottom
Now how’s that for trickle-down economics?
Speak that Whatchu-ma-call-it
English, French
Je m’en calisse
Montréal is where I be
Bon-Dieu-Voit, say Wallahi
Hold up
Gucci Scarf cuz still my neck cold
Down to die for riches
All my life the debt rose
The weight of what I must owe/muscle
Still I flex though
I don’t rest but clearly wrestle
With my Inner Demons
Make no sense like Bitcoin
Yea
Fuck my life, well bitch join
Cuz
We all dying one day
It’s just so hard to pinpoint
I
Just do what I’ve been doing
Remain an OutKast and
Stay by my fuckin' Stacks like Big Boi
My Thoughts to build and destroy
Ayy
Ice all on my wrist
Like my mothafuckin' wrist aches
I like taking risks, fuckin' bitches that be risqué
No that’s not my miss, that’s a mothafuckin' mistake
I knew I’d be big, since the
Since the fucking 5th grade
Ay