oranges Lyrics

Yeah I remember working like so many jobs as a kid

Like twelve years old

Construction with my dad

I'm not going down until I bleed

Shit wasn't easy

And then I remember being a flyer distributor

Selling shit at three A.M.

Oh I like the movies make a scene

None of it was ever easy

But I was always a lil hustler

You know that's all I was taught

Woke up at a party after three

Now that I'm older you know

Even the grandmas would scam me at bingo

But I always put my best foot forward

But I live in plastic as it seems

I always put my best foot forward

And shit but I'm not fucking Rihanna

Like this ain't no work work work

Like I gotta rest too man

Gotta rest

Shit fuck it

Ima go take a nap

Two naps

Three naps

Four naps

Five naps

Guess it's gotta go

Guess it's gotta be

Tryna sell tamales off the street

Money come in slumber for the dream

For the dream

For the dream

My religion cannot save you

I called you to your pay phone

My feelings suffocate slow

My feelings suffocate slow

Can't even see the surface

I'm drowning with a purpose

Cuz I just wanna lay low

I'm not going down until I bleed

Oh I like the movies make a scene

Make a motherfucking scene

Make a motherfucking scene yeah

Pretty little jewelry got a beam

Pretty little jewelry

Pretty little jewelry

But I live in plastic as it seems

As it seems

And you know what

Ima keep it real with yal

Like it might sound cool

To like be able to walk on water

Or whatever

But that's the thing

It's like once you learn to walk you don't know how to stop

Or you drown

It's like I hate myself

But I love myself

But I hate myself

But I love myself

But I hate myself

But