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no reason to blame - jack sugerberg lyrics

ain’t no reason to blame
and i got something to pay
shrinkin all up in the street
man what’s the f*ckin update?
many b*tches today i forgot what’s the date
i don’t know who to blame
so f*ck it all up
ain’t no reason to blame
48*5 keep it all up and blaze
you know the f*ck what i mean
like f*ck i’m mad on new chapter
i need some pizza add new pepper
i got the easter all week
and f*ck these b*tches need apples
man all these b*tches good dressers
that p*ssy sour like onion
not many things light the oven
my b*tch is hotter than obvious
my d*ck has stuck on an oven
your b*tches know me for heavеn
another jungle keep it calm and then opеn
man what the f*ck can i say?
i got no reason to blame
and that’s a reason to play
i’m on a seasonal state
and no decision to make
man you can study to hate
but you can fail on your hate
i’m never counting ya hate
don’t know a reason to hate
she has no reason to hate
i’m talking all about business
the blessings coming like a rain
and lord is starring at drain
the f*ck can never go drained
and time is core of the race
when y’all can’t face with the rock
i let it punch on your face
somebody out like the crooked
somebody find out what’s cooking
i’m with no reason on storage
just on the p*ssy after poradge
she throws me orange no borage
sometimes ignore all her towels
while she sit on a dresser
like when i’m opening drawers
i have to go out for drink
i had to make a withdrawal
no credit cards in my wallet
and who the f*ck can i blame
when she sleep on my savings
and she dream of the future
like what the f*ck can she say?
ain’t got no reason for nothing
and i got nothing to blame
like am addicted to strippers
i’m not steady on reaper
they f*cking study me wrappers?
she knows that f*ck what i’m smelling?
about to make a new babies
i making money like diapers
then i put it on pumpers
she looks like she is from uppers
and her friends from the uptown
she just bought me a gkua
and i bought her an adapter
got these b*tches on fire
f*ck these n*ggas are pimpers
my money grows with no hampers
like what the f*ck can i ask you?
my money goes with no blame
these b*tches jumping need play
i keep it all up in place
i’m bunching up like a safe
445 that’s a pace
man what the f*ck can i say?
i got no reason to blame
and that’s a reason to play
i’m with a seasonal state
and no decision to make
man l been studyin my sh*t
and then i pass it like skater
i sleep on f*ck and she said
ain’t no reason to blame
and i got something good for her
about a promised not play her
yeah sometimes i’m a player
i been hidding confessions
we was up in the section
and been smoking the session
my heart been broken need love
and with my head inters*xtion
all out in the books when it feels like only
now now days get scary
when all my nights are nightmares
like you was here and there
you left a smell in a dresser
the empty bottles of chappelle
i feel like coldbear on hours
cannot escape all these echoes
what the f*ck can i do?
and who the f*ck is out missing?
my lips are rear with no kissing
and f*ck that all i was absent
with many reasons to blame
when i check in the drawers
had no p*ssy in the drawers
i’m need of a doctor
and my bed feel like no one
man f*ck it’s colbert on channel
i got to sit and observe
she never missing the channel
i found me dead on addiction
she got me addicted to the subject
but these shots don’t k!ll me
i might end up out here ruthless
but you know thats a realest
when i don’t know what to blame

- jack sugerberg lyrics

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