Jeury San - Fashion Nightmares lyrics
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I woke up this morning
Time said will be right there
I hopped out my bed
I had a fashion nightmare
I heard the people talking, hating on my style
But it’s gonna take a while for them to break me down
They try, they try, they won’t
They try, they won’t, break me down
they try, they won’t
They try, they won’t
they try, they won’t
They try, they won’t
Martin had a dream, me I can’t remember shit
Monsters like leatherface, pinhead on my leather brim
You say someone let him be
I say I won’t let em live
Bitch I’m the man like raw city letterin
Man I keep it quite real, I don’t keep a 9 mill
Ask me how I deal, dress good
Lookin better than I feel
Super feel, a nigga like me be grunched down
Life like a fun house, eliminate all them funds out
They don’t know my story, they don’t know my past
They don’t know my struggle,
They don’t know what’s in my bag
What you know about not getting just do
Just cause you different know the fliest one up in your crew
Fuck the shit that you on, fuck the shit that you like
Fuck the shit that you love,
I’ll fuck the fucking shit out your wife
Bands a make her dance, ah, all the real bitches stand up
Till I’m grabbin on these money,
Won’t even know how to close my hand up
[Hook]
I woke up this morning
Time said will be right there
I hopped out my bed
I had a fashion nightmare
I heard the people talking, hating on my style
But it’s gonna take a while for them to break me down
They try, they try, they won’t
They try, they won’t, break me down
they try, they won’t
They try, they won’t
they try, they won’t
They try, they won’t
I said longs keep calling,
Scoop dead right above ya
Still tryina get this money
Still fresher than them other
Till the bands go pop
And everything is covered
Fashion nightmare, one after another
So I said damn bitch, damn bitch
Don’t stand let’s go, let’s dance bitch
I ain’t asking for too much
Talking money, I demand rich
Born poor, dying different, word to my casket
Sphinx up in the bronx and a box that my whole family can stand in it
Speaking of that ufo I’m your fucking captain
Smokin on some shit like a fire breathing dragon
I ain’t bringing shit back, 80’s or medallions
This here bout that 20 trust and some jet lagging
Made our own empire, own songs, own vids
In my 20’s feeling like the presidents with no kids
Until that printer in my office and I make my own checks
I’ma go to sleep plottin then I wake up stressed
[Hook]
I woke up this morning
Time said will be right there
I hopped out my bed
I had a fashion nightmare
I heard the people talking, hating on my style
But it’s gonna take a while for them to break me down
They try, they try, they won’t
They try, they won’t, break me down
they try, they won’t
They try, they won’t
they try, they won’t
They try, they won’t.
