BOBBY CREEKWATER - A Place I Used To Know lyrics

rate me

Now from a place where never gets quiet

And if it ain’t for me, then it probably ain’t try it

And if it ain’t popular, then would probably won’t buy it

If they got a blur, then the package don’t lie it, for real!

Don’t get sold, the trap get hot

Kid gets cold and I don’t give a fuck

Could the pussy get old and they live up the streets

For the pussy get sold, I mean

Seem quiet vicious and may even seem fictitious

Like don’t pay the bill, do the dishes!

But this is quiet real, you know fishing rod

And I ain’t got a clue, so I’ll be like, listen God!

Gimmie a sign, gimmie a pen and some lines

Gimmie a lil more time, gimmie a level of success

That is far out of reach to ensure that the haters will stop trying!

And if you gonna swallow, I’m bang I mean it!

A nigga get money if it grind, I seen it

Probably wanna style on these hoes, waving

I’m still the one to get a record deal, slavering

Now I want it all, everything old

The pot that I piss in, everything gold

We’re good on this scene, everyone rules

And we will not suffer these fools, chose!

…wolf gang, man of the hour

Hit a quick man, no cowards

Also to give no energy to anyone,

Cause they don’t exist, that’s power!

Shut up… that’s my brother

We’re gonna get money, word to my mothers

And we gonna do the most now, or we gonna get ghost

If you got that bread, I’mma need the whole loaf, yeah!

I don’t need talk, want some action

I feel like feel, so you can be…

Trying to get rich like anybody Jackson

Nigga pick one, yeah I’mma hit one, yeah

Back in this bitch and I’m going for the kill, yeah

This means war, nigga, hamburger hill

No wander I can fuck with this guy

Cause of that fact you’re stuck with this guy, here you go!

Nigga that’s fine, I don’t care!

And I don’t care what you got on, I don’t stop

And I don’t give a fuck who it is you’re here

Air Capitan on this ship, I’m still

I gotta meet Brandon, and I have no fear

You’re talking about none and I have no ill

Lost my friends, price of admission

Fuck that story, it’s my redemption

You gotta understand, won’t get insurance

Have been …alone with no pension

All the way thinking … even make a couple real dollars

And this fucked up game is essential

…is only is my future

That can make that junk so it’s only gonna be tension

..you can drag my name in the ground

But I promise you won’t get mentioned

You just get