Closed Curtains (8:27 A.M) lyrics
by Chris Travis
n*gga talkin nonsense
Why the f*ck you speakin?
If you ain't about money then why the f*ck you breathin
I got all these bands on me, lookin like a kingpin
But i ain't no kingpin, i will leave you dreamin
Didn't go to recess, i was prolly gettin some head
Talkin sh*t upon me, reason to take out your legs
Servin off a (?) used to tuck the tree in my pants
All these n*ggas doubtin me thats the reason why i flex
Man i lost my hope and n*gga start caring
Now everywhere i go everybody just be staring
All these n*ggas comedy, call them pee wee hurman
Smokin weed in the backseat of the surburban
Iphone chirpin i got b*tches workin
n*ggas hatin how i live, man i swear they worth some
b*tch, cut my curtains, i like it dark and earthly
Whatchu gon do boy i seen your twitter (?)
Gotta get this money all i know is hard workin
Wanna sign me imma need them damn inversements
I jus like to play it cool keep it real for certain
Waterboyz for life keep the squad floatin
n*gga talkin nonsense
Why the f*ck you speakin?
If you ain't about money then why the f*ck you breathin
I got all these bands on me, lookin like a kingpin
But i ain't no kingpin, i will leave you dreamin
Didn't go to recess, i was prolly gettin some head
Talkin sh*t upon me, reason to take out your legs
Servin off a (?) used to tuck tree in my pants
All these n*ggas doubtin me thats the reason why i flex