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daze - john bino lyrics

when all this money got me in a daze
you know she calls up for an escape
strain is louder, think i’m going deaf
it’s really hard to hear the sh*t you’re saying
n*gga wait
you might probably know him ’cause i’m him
i got them all running doughnuts
can’t get caught up in public relaxing
she’s in my section just throwing us bonеrs
bunnies on me, i’m a cute boy
hundrеds on me like a dope boy
catch me on weekdays
bruh i swear i’m never sober
tap in, i’m snapping, not one for the acting
f*ck the chatting, my n*gga i’m stacking
catalogue still giving headaches to rappers
how could you doubt? we’re the ones in this business
cold at the core, that’s why this heat isn’t stopping
i pass bro all the bands i’ve been holding
el pan is the man you should blame for me knocking
back with the slaps and birdies are flocking
let’s go

staring dead into the face of death
i need a 4, my god i need a eighth
my life is wild, my girl is more insane
i just know i got this far by faith
fatigue and stress i ease ’em all with cake
nothing better than madiba’s face
strain is louder, think i’m going deaf
it’s really hard to hear the sh*t you’re saying
when all this money got me in a daze
you know she calls me up for an escape
strain is louder, think i’m going deaf
it’s really hard to hear the sh*t you’re saying
n*gga wait

i fell in love with the rap
i fell in love with the cash
not in a technical way
but i fell in love with her ass
i’m on the track running laps
we only take ’em to 10
ideas have coming in fast
i don’t got time to relax

brrrr, i’m not a regular n*gga
but i’ll put a stick in her pocket
i’m patiently waiting for all of you to stop me yea
my n*gga i’m c*cky
smoking a lot in a day
mama i’m sorry for my junky ways
all of that sh*t y’all be rocking is fake
money i’m speaking it fluent
balenciaga for all the time i be feeling like my girl is cheating on me
i put her friend on e
she ’bout to cheat if she cheat on her diety
i’m ’bout to write me a book
i’m bout to get me a cook
it’s hard to look
i’m really f*ckin’ it up
twenty 2022
f*ck it i’m dropping a shlapa
staring dead into the face of death
i need a 4, my god i need a eighth
my life is wild, my girl is more insane
i just know i got this far by faith
fatigue and stress i ease ’em all with cake
nothing better than madiba’s face
strain is louder, think i’m going deaf
it’s really hard to hear the sh*t you’re saying

when all this money got me in a daze
you know she calls me up for an escape
this strain is louder, think i’m going deaf
it’s really hard to hear the sh*t you’re saying

- john bino lyrics

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