Songtext zu 'Planes (feat. Harrison Sands, Tyler Coolidge, Hooligan Lou & Natty Reeves)' von Abhi The Nomad

No, you go first
If time is money I'm gone, I'm gone watch the hour glass
Yeah, I don't need your loving you can have it back
You said you'd fill my wallet with a salad snack
You get the cold, cold shoulder

Oh
I know
Oh
I get it, you're too cool for school
Oh
Yeah, I know
Oh
You're too hot to touch

I've been working grave shifts on my own
Even a broken watch hits twelve o' clock like once or twice
But you can't budge a beat
I've been working fingers to the bone
And that's what you're feeding me
These scraps are weak

I watch as you eat like a king
What does it mean to never care
Is everything just little figments of your world of despair, oh-oh
Hello stranger are you there?
I've been here for so long just waiting

Oh
(I know)
Oh
Oh
Oh
Too hot to touch

If time was money I would be time efficient
And if you waste my time well then it's bye-bye bitches
Because I never knew how people focused on a dime bitch
When a dollar worth more, and bitches come when I'm rich

Said I'm going on tour with my life in a trunk
From the mic to the drugs, nice clothes, swim trunks
Got the hype and the buzz I'm with Hooligan Lou

I bet you got it from your mams and your daddy a fool
I bet you probably go snitch on your family too
I bet you skimp on your friends and your fans to be cool
I bet you scam all the fam cause their vanity changed

That makes me ran tan, pissy and my sanity droop
Thank God I been working on my own here, oh
Lone range to the bone in my cave here, oh
Ain't cave to a boss bitch pay me
You ain't finna make me!

I'd like to personally thank you for fronting from the beginning
Without your incompetent ass I wouldn't be where I'm sitting
But where the fuck would I be at if I never got up to get it?
We catch you snitching you'll get caught like a seeker but this ain't Quidditch

How many frozen burritos will it take me to taste some greatness?
How many blogs I gotta email before they abandon fake shit?
You wanna clock buddy? We popping' like it or not
Yeah we're going up, we're going up, we're going up, we're going up!

Tell your people to hit my people just Google me
The second you'll get into some musical ingenuity
Watch me take it from Google beach to a nudie beach
Overseas especially if I'm counting the streams
Your daughter and her homies come to every single show I'm reppin'
Your mama be bumping me in the whip and you still won't cut the check
We could all be one happy family, but
You're too cool for school