Just What I AM (Club Banger Remix)-DJ Club Banger

歌手 : DJ Club Banger

专辑 : 2012 Club Banger Remixes, Vol. 9

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:51

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TXT Just What I AM (Club Banger Remix)-DJ Club Banger 文本歌词

Just What I AM (Club Banger Remix) - DJ Club Banger

I'm just what you made God

Not many I trust

I'mma go my own way God

Take my faith to wherever you want

I'm out here on my son

Won't stop 'til I get me some

Club-hoppin' tryin' to get me some

Bad b**ches wanna get me sprung

Early in the morning I'm wakin' bakin'

Drinkin' contemplatin' ain't no such thing as Satan

Evil is what you make it

Thank the Lord for that burning bush

That big body benz I was born to push

On my way I'm burning kush

Now you don't be worryin' 'bout us

Neighbors knockin' on the door

Asking can we turn it down

I say Ain't no music on" she said

Naw that w**d is loud"

Ni**a we ballin' straight swaggin'

Lost heart but I'm maintainin'

I've been told that I'm amazing

Make sure keep that fire blazin' w**d livin'

I need smoke

I need to smoke

Who gon' hold me down now

I want to get high y'all

Need it to get by y'all

Can you get me high y'all

I want to get high y'all

Need it to get by y'all

Can you get me high y'all

I'm just what you made God

I'm just what you made

I'm just what you made God

Let me tell you 'bout my month y'all

Endless shopping I had a ball

I had to ball for therapy

My shrink don't think that helps at all

Whatever that man ain't wearing these leather pants

I diagnose my damn self

These damn pills ain't working fam

In my spare time

Punching walls f**king up my hand

I know that sh*t sound super cray

But if you had my life you'd understand

But I can't fold some poor soul got it way worse

We're all troubled in a world of trouble

It's scary to have a kid walk this Earth

I'm what you made God

F**k yes I'm so odd

Thinking 'bout all my old friends

Who weren't my friends all along

Hm when it rains it pours

Whiksey bottles of the six and fours

Everyday the first things a chore

Amidst a dream with no exit doors

I need smoke

I need to smoke

Who gon' hold me down now

I want to get high y'all

Need it to get by y'all

Can you get me high y'all

I want to get high y'all

Need it to get by y'all

Can you get me high y'all

I'm just what you made God I'm just what you made God

I'm just what you made God

I'm just what you made

I'm just what you made God

I'm just what you made

Need it to get by y'all