lirik lagu ny4 - /cuts
hyeah, you talk so much, you should stop it
yeah, dive head first in the mosh pit (ny), yeah
i’m tryna see what do they see in me
i ain’t always been comfortable with my skin
w~why i can’t see yo’ reflection, uh?
no, i ain’t the same since you messed me up
i’ll be dumb to put trust in ya
that’s like giving you scissors to cut me up
(cuts, cuts, cuts)
that’s like giving you scissors to cut me
i be up at 3am, dark thoughts like water above me
do i make it hard to love me?
i don’t wanna feel a thing
sometimes i hate remembering (feel)
i see yo pain, yeah, you dress it well
you and i alike, it take a lot to ask for help
yeah
everybody two~faced and fake
and i know too much, seen too much
feel too much—care? not enough
c~care? not enough, care? not enough
yeah, care? not enough, not at all
yeah, stealin’ my swag, you a fraud
yeah, n~~~a stealin’ my swag bar for bar
congrats, you sound like everybody else
do you want a cookie?
do you want a reward?
r~rookie of the year, givin’ belt, givin’ sword
i’m~i’m finna flex ’til my arms sore
find a job in yo’ passion, don’t feel like a chore
i~i rather take that risk, i can’t die with regret
laid somewhere up in the morgue
mama told me, “if you gon’ do somethin’
don’t half~ass at it—be sure.” (be sure)
i was like nine with my eyes on porsches (what)
this life found me, i can tell that you force it (yea)
in love with the money, i find that sh~t gorgeous (yea)
in love with the money, i find that sh~t gorgeous. (gorgeous)
hyeah, you talk so much, you should stop it. (stop it)
d~dive head first in the mosh pit (ny), yeah
i’m tryna see what do they see in me
i ain’t always been comfortable with my skin
hyeah, you talk so much, you should stop it. (stop it)
d~dive head first in the mosh pit (ny), yeah
i’m tryna see what do they see in me
i ain’t always been comfortable with my skin
w~why i can’t see yo’ reflection, uh?
no, i ain’t the same since you messed me up
i’ll be dumb to put trust in ya
that’s like giving you scissors to cut me up
(cuts, cuts, cuts)
that’s like giving you scissors to cut me
i be up at 3am, dark thoughts like water above me
do i make it hard to love me?
i don’t wanna feel a thing (feel)
sometimes i hate remembering
i see yo pain, yeah, you dress it well
you and i alike, it take a lot to ask for help
yeah
everybody two~faced and fake
and i know too much, seen too much
feel too much—care? not enough
c~care? not enough, care? not enough
yeah, not at all
yeah, stealin’ my swag, you a fraud
yeah, n~~~a stealin’ my swag bar for bar
congrats, you sound like everybody else
do you want a cookie?
do you want a reward?
r~rookie of the year, givin’ belt, givin’ sword
i’m~i’m finna flex ’til my arms sore
find a job in yo’ passion, don’t feel like a chore
i~i rather take that risk, i can’t die with regret
laid somewhere up in the morgue
mama told me, “if you gon’ do somethin’
don’t half~ass at it—be sure.” (be sure)
(what)
(yea)
(yea)
in love with the money, i find that sh~t gorgeous
(gorgeous)
(ny)
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