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checking out - kevin flum lyrics

(i just like the sound of it)

(nahhhh nahhhh)
(yeah yeah)
(nah nah nah yeah yeah)

everyday another struggle
you knew i’d came up with the hustle, yeah
missing pieces to the puzzle
help me grow a little muscle, yeah

can’t complain, i can’t whine
h-lla frugal with my time
i ain’t following the signs, yeah
why you swallowing your pride, yeah
why you talking all that sh-t, yeah
is it because i’m doing ohh kay
stackin chips, but i don’t play

never settle for chump change
my girl got trunk sp-ce
got h-lla pictures from her polaroid
started making out in the hallway
i took her to the bedroom showed her no remorse

i’m like ohh
let a guy get his bucks
ain’t n-body give a f-ck
till everybody give a f-ck
why the world so sus
ask me what is what
ask me what i’m doing (i don’t know)

used to tell them i would sell my soul
now i’m like f-ck it i’m on a roll
making profit when i’m on the go
meeting people that i thought
i’d never ever ever ever ever meet

back when i was in the cl-ssrooms
always wondering how’d that sh-t would be
now i’m here, check it out
five stars, steppin out
6am, checkin out
to a different city, jetting out

yeah
yuh, look who with this
say i fell off, that sh-ts so dead
making it look like you gettin no bread
cause you will be workin off sh-t instead
man, it’s okay, i don’t blame, spent my rent on a chain
then i got my rent, back, i did that sh-t all in a day

yeah
flex a little but get paid a fee
all these haters, really hate for free
you clicking and i’m gettin paid
i can do this sh-t, like every day
whatcha you doin with your life
movin in with cho wife
gotta couple kids, keepin you up every night
man that sh-t sounds tight
and you told me to get a life
right

alright sick
bet’you wishin you ain’t thought with your d-ck
bet’you wishin you ain’t grow up so quick
bet’you wishin you had some -ssists
ima sit back and light me a “j”
this train ain’t stoppin so stay out the way

i do a show then i hop on a plane
sit in the front so they servin me steak, yeah
i like my weed real fruity, uh
my b-tch, she got a big booty, yeah
switch up the flow and go stupid
man i came up in the game to make a mill and be a nuisance
and i like the cars, i like the clothes
i want some gucci, i want a rolls
i want a plane, i got some goals
you don’t even know, man you ain’t bout what i’m bout
while you at the house on that couch
i’m out making moves in the south
east, west, and the north
packing jackets with shorts
this is practice of course
i ain’t ever too serious, i don’t f-ck witchu period
end your sh-t, i’m not hearing it
don’t even send it through man, i’m serious, yuh

(outro)
meeting people that i thought
i’d never ever ever ever ever meet

back when i was in the cl-ssrooms
always wondering how’d that sh-t would be
now i’m here, check it out
five stars, steppin out
6am, checkin out
6am, checkin out

- kevin flum lyrics

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