文本歌词

Food for Thought (Explicit) - A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie
Lyrics by：Artist Dubose/Dominique Mitchell
I always kept it real with people that was fake with me
You say it's food for thought I brought this whole d**n plate with me
I been thinkin' 'bout that **** you said
Maybe I'm wrong maybe I need your help
'Cause I fell out of touch with real life
I'm feelin' love with other ******* just to see what that **** feel like
Intoxicated I'm on gets me so gone
That's when I wake up sober somethin' tellin' me go home
Feel like that means somethin'
Even if it don't I just don't want you to cut me off
And make it look like I be buggin'
But who the **** am I to give demands yeah
Respectfully all the power is in your hands yeah
Insecurities cover my heart look
Huh
And different ******* just be on my thoughts yeah
Fell in love with the lifestyle mic' brought look
Half On a Baby was your favorite song yeah
But I just had to **** it up no it's not your fault at all
Baby you woulda done enough
I guess I never had love steady tryna touch my luck
Steady pourin' out my feelings and just sittin' in this cup that you fill
You was a homie I wanted to love you but I didn't hate you
Goin' state to state was only eighteen when I first got my cake up
I thought about savin' these ******* before my own d**n savings
Now I got to keep at least one thirty-eight bezel on my wrist
Woo
Two 38s on my hip three I know this ain't imported
But if I pop this trunk it's 'bout 223s like James and Jordan
And I just needed ventilation
Come fetch air with this private jet we can go to any location
Took the same pill that I took no we can't build our faces
Numb to the pain can't feel my face but it's okay I feel you
Just say you're ready
Woo
Tone like khaki
I wanna see how far down you really gon' really make it
And I cannot be makin' promises my mind be changin'
I wanna knock all on your walls and see like I'm your neighbour
They throwin' shots
Ain't got no aim they never even grazed us
Lots of foreign cars even if it's reindeer
Hoodie by Rudolph white shoes
My hoodie by Rudolph white shoes I step
I don't plan on losin' my cool
Hopped in my coupe and my roof said bye
I told my goons to come through they gon' do what they do
They don't shoot at no d**n sky
Tequila on forty-deuce on forty-deuce in New York I'm that d**n guy
All of my cars they go vroom
So much guap on my opps when I turn to my allies
I always kept it real with people that was being fake with me
These VVs hittin' like a glass of lemonade baby
I be that n***a with the juice you say
Maybe you're wrong maybe I need your help
'Cause I feel out of touch with real life
You could buy everythin' except love
You gotta walk in my shoes to know what that **** feel like
And then I wake up sober look huh