confused by William Crooks Lyrics
[Intro]
Homie, do you know what’s going on right now?
(Are you having a stroke?)
Did you forget your glasses at home ‘cause—
(What the fuck? Should I call 911?)
Nah it’s just like—
[Verse 1]
Bitch you look confused (Woo)
You ain't read the news? (No)
I been on the move
Runnin’ up a check
Got money in my shoes
(I got money in my shoes, bitch)
Fuck you gon’ do? (Huh?)
You ain't gonna do shit (Nah)
You talk a lot of big game for such a lil’ bitch
(Such a lil’ bitch, man)
(Woo)
I just got to town (Yeah)
And I feel like the mayor
(I feel like the fuckin’ mayor)
They gave me the keys
(Gave me the keys)
Blow my smoke up in the air
(Bitch I smoke weed)
Dirty trash panda wanna take all my money
So I said, “Fuck Tom Nook, bitch”
Don't touch my fuckin’ money
(Don't touch my fuckin’ money)
(What the fuck?)
[Chorus]
Why does your face always look
Like you’re trying to put
Together shelves for the books
You’ll never even read
[Verse 2]
Homie you look light headed, you should sit it down
(Sit it down, man)
Maybe sound out all your words ’til you can spit it out
(Spit it out, man)
Oh nah, I brought this weed for me
I don't think you need it, you look like you forgot how to read
(Woo)
Shit ain't nothin free (Nah)
You act like I ain't got it, but my money grow on trees
(Put the bells in the bag, boy)
It’s all good homie breath
But if you fuck my bag up, you gon’ find yourself deceased (Woo)
Yuh (yuh)
And I'm so dripped out
(Dripped out bitch, yuh)
Lookin’ like a royal
(Got the royal crown, boy)
Fit cost more than your house
(Broke ass bitch)
3AM, hit the McD’s
(I just got paid, yuh)
Got the number 4
(Chicken sandwich with the lemonade, yah)
Imma put money on the desk, bitch
(Whatchu call that?)
Underscores
[Chorus]
Why does your face always look
Like you’re trying to put
Together shelves for the books
You’ll never even read
[Verse 3]
We had this conversation so many times (Yup)
And no I don't know your frame of mind (Nope)
There was a thousand ways I tried
To explain it, explain it
I’m tired of explaining
I am not your parents
This shit is fucking draining
You need to grow the fuck up
Homie, do you know what’s going on right now?
(Are you having a stroke?)
Did you forget your glasses at home ‘cause—
(What the fuck? Should I call 911?)
Nah it’s just like—
[Verse 1]
Bitch you look confused (Woo)
You ain't read the news? (No)
I been on the move
Runnin’ up a check
Got money in my shoes
(I got money in my shoes, bitch)
Fuck you gon’ do? (Huh?)
You ain't gonna do shit (Nah)
You talk a lot of big game for such a lil’ bitch
(Such a lil’ bitch, man)
(Woo)
I just got to town (Yeah)
And I feel like the mayor
(I feel like the fuckin’ mayor)
They gave me the keys
(Gave me the keys)
Blow my smoke up in the air
(Bitch I smoke weed)
Dirty trash panda wanna take all my money
So I said, “Fuck Tom Nook, bitch”
Don't touch my fuckin’ money
(Don't touch my fuckin’ money)
(What the fuck?)
[Chorus]
Why does your face always look
Like you’re trying to put
Together shelves for the books
You’ll never even read
[Verse 2]
Homie you look light headed, you should sit it down
(Sit it down, man)
Maybe sound out all your words ’til you can spit it out
(Spit it out, man)
Oh nah, I brought this weed for me
I don't think you need it, you look like you forgot how to read
(Woo)
Shit ain't nothin free (Nah)
You act like I ain't got it, but my money grow on trees
(Put the bells in the bag, boy)
It’s all good homie breath
But if you fuck my bag up, you gon’ find yourself deceased (Woo)
Yuh (yuh)
And I'm so dripped out
(Dripped out bitch, yuh)
Lookin’ like a royal
(Got the royal crown, boy)
Fit cost more than your house
(Broke ass bitch)
3AM, hit the McD’s
(I just got paid, yuh)
Got the number 4
(Chicken sandwich with the lemonade, yah)
Imma put money on the desk, bitch
(Whatchu call that?)
Underscores
[Chorus]
Why does your face always look
Like you’re trying to put
Together shelves for the books
You’ll never even read
[Verse 3]
We had this conversation so many times (Yup)
And no I don't know your frame of mind (Nope)
There was a thousand ways I tried
To explain it, explain it
I’m tired of explaining
I am not your parents
This shit is fucking draining
You need to grow the fuck up