Conversations

T.Woogie - Conversations Lyrics

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Conversations Lyrics

Yo T, yeah, what's good
Been tryna write all my life
Imagine at seven like I wanna live in the lights
Have all the fame
See all the people they screaming my name
I got a feeling that I'll still have all of my doubt
I'll still have all of my pain
Realizing money it never could change
Now that you're winning your friends not the same
Racking my brain
All of this shit going on
Use it as fuel in a song
Then I keep moving along
Acting like you're never wrong
Funny cause now that you're gone
I'm feeling great
I'll get it now cause I don't like to wait
I want the crib where you buzz at the gate
I'm paying cash I don't need a rate
Wait a second you don't have a house
What do you mean you don't need a rate
No bro I'm talking in the future it's like
Know if I want it I gotta pretend like I already got it
That's why I add a few zero's whenever I make a deposit
Know that my worth ain't connected to what's in my wallet
Cause I'm getting money regardless
Unlimited money is lawless
Now that I'm trying my hardest
I like it a lot
Loving the journey the path to the top, never will stop
I gotta drive, passing your car cause I'm going inside
I'll buy the Rari I like how it glides
I never wanna waste time
Loyalty's harder to find
Why she keep crossing my mind
Focused and I'm tryna grind
Wait, wait, wait, wait
What do you mean like grinding weed or do you skateboard
Cause I grind my teeth sometimes when I sleep sometimes but I don't know
People be talking the stupidest shit
How can that go from your brain to your lips
I'm not a doctor but it's kinda sick
Cause you don't like to focus and shoot from the hip
You should try getting prepared
Look in your eyes, see that you're scared
You're getting fucked and you don't know from where
Sign on the line, everything fair, why should I care
I just got paid, hoes in my DMs I'm busy for days
Now that I'm popping I'm getting my way
Don't even realize that I'm getting played
Where'd it all go
The money I makes what I get from a show
I thought these rappers rake in the dough
They don't get paid from what they don't own

Yo T, yeah, what's good
Been tryna write all my life
Imagine at seven like I wanna live in the lights
Have all the fame
See all the people they screaming my name
I got a feeling that I'll still have all of my doubt
I'll still have all of my pain
Realizing money it never could change
Now that you're winning your friends not the same
Racking my brain
All of this shit going on
Use it as fuel in a song
Then I keep moving along
Acting like you're never wrong
Funny cause now that you're gone
I'm feeling great
I'll get it now cause I don't like to wait
I want the crib where you buzz at the gate
I'm paying cash I don't need a rate
Wait a second you don't have a house
What do you mean you don't need a rate
No bro I'm talking in the future it's like
Know if I want it I gotta pretend like I already got it
That's why I add a few zero's whenever I make a deposit
Know that my worth ain't connected to what's in my wallet
Cause I'm getting money regardless
Unlimited money is lawless
Now that I'm trying my hardest
I like it a lot
Loving the journey the path to the top, never will stop
I gotta drive, passing your car cause I'm going inside
I'll buy the Rari I like how it glides
I never wanna waste time
Loyalty's harder to find
Why she keep crossing my mind
Focused and I'm tryna grind
Wait, wait, wait, wait
What do you mean like grinding weed or do you skateboard
Cause I grind my teeth sometimes when I sleep sometimes but I don't know
People be talking the stupidest shit
How can that go from your brain to your lips
I'm not a doctor but it's kinda sick
Cause you don't like to focus and shoot from the hip
You should try getting prepared
Look in your eyes, see that you're scared
You're getting fucked and you don't know from where
Sign on the line, everything fair, why should I care
I just got paid, hoes in my DMs I'm busy for days
Now that I'm popping I'm getting my way
Don't even realize that I'm getting played
Where'd it all go
The money I makes what I get from a show
I thought these rappers rake in the dough
They don't get paid from what they don't own

Writer(s): Thomas Woloszyn
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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