Losing interest Lyrics

Lil duke on this bitch, nigga, know what the fuck going on, man

Turn my headphones up a little bit

One in the morning, brainstorming, me and my niggas money farming

You might see me laying dormant, that's cause I got some shit in storage

I was young, my mama always told me, boy, to eat your porridge

It's some niggas out here starving, they'll be happy to enjoy it

Niggas really want your spot, they don't know it take a lot

Take a look at what I got, It'll turn your pockets up a notch

Can't take it with you, when you go, that chicken start to rot

Tryna blow it all and run it up till I can't see the top

Niggas easy to influence, think I know just what I'm doing

My life just like a viewing, Jim Carrey playing Truman

Tryna do 30 things at once gotta realize I am human,

33 shots in that Taurus, gon' jam you not Ewing

Lock myself inside the booth, rather lie than tell the truth

Cause I fear what you gon' do, or what the truth gon' do to you

They like, Duke, boy you the truth, sometimes I don't feel like that shit true

To this life shit, boy, I'm new, tryna show the world what I can do

I'm in a different time zone

Remember I ain't used to have no iPhone

It was time we couldn't turn the lights on

Now my bitch snakeskin bag by a Python

Oh shit, snakes in the grass, get the lawn mower

Fuck it, Brodie grab the four-nick, gone and John Doe em'

I don't think they feeling what I'm saying, I'm gon' have to show them

Brodie on his last, and he a do em ' for some Rick Owens

20 years old, why I feel like I gotta watch the time

Take me back to when I was 16 when shit wasn't on my mind

You don't even got no time to rise and shine, you gotta rise and grind

Them yop bullets big as fuck, thought he got hit with Rasengan

Feel like I let this shit pass

I been feeling hella pain and I ain't talking six-paths

Been at this shit since 16 and I feel like my shit glass,

But another nigga just say some bullshit, then he just skip passed

Let's do this shit another night

Your words just like my kryptonite

I ain't the type to pick a fight

He tried to let it off, it jammed he had a different pipe

His fate was settled, shoulda went out on a different night

Better grab your cleats, boy

Better have that pape you want that feat , boy

know a dirty nigga that go and do the job neat, boy

You know another nigga that ran it up in Cross Creek, boy

Anything you did, it's folks that do that and they sleep, boy

Better tie your shoes, I don't make the rules

You want this shit, you gotta choose

See in this life you snooze, you lose, get up, go get this shit for you

Got real deal internal scars, that shit you said just left a bruise

Just cause you see em' with all the blues, that don't me bruh got all the clues

Just cause you see em' with all the blues, that don't mean bruh got all the clues

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