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I've got calluses on my fingertips, my life flashing in images Eyes up to the sky, thinking 'bout you, I hope that you're feeling this Used to care about imagin', being homies with middle men One day I woke up and realised that they living off of my diligence Starboy go on Michelin, but I can't win till I triple it Some days I self sabotage, so I can't tell who the villain is Heartfelt, considerate, back then selfish, ignorant Took getting a couple knocks around to truly know what the feelin' is One day I'll be laughing driving a Rexy out of the dеalership But right now I'm money hungry, starving, cooking thesе dinners in Squares ain't in my circle, they can try, but they ain't fitting in Said we best mates in the night, that's how I know how full of shit he is I've started about a hundred songs, but I know that I'm gon' finish this If I don't drop an album soon, it's gonna get ridiculous Calendar looking limitless, but for now, it's empty If I don't get out of bed, I'll be depressed till someone texts me Yeah, sit back and I picture my life visually Some of my favorite winners now don't look like winners to me I'd love to have me a million dollars, give it to me But that ain't worth a cent if there's no one to split it with me Yeah, I don't know why she like me, must be the chemistry I'm a masochist and I get depressed when nothing's stressing me Back then, thought I'd be a footballer, but it wasn't meant to be Letras de cancionesI wear this shit 'cause I like it, they wear what they saw on Central Cee Old mate done me dirty, think I'm dumb, tryna message me That SMS get left on read like, "L.O.L., S.M.D." Wake up at 6 a.m., do me, then I crash at three Back then I've saved for months for kicks, nowadays, I get them free Every night it's nightmares till I'm livin' my dreams Touchdown, I been missing my squeeze, like, babes, I'm missing a stick in my jeans She said, "Why you thinking of money? You should have been thinking of me" But she looked like I just won the lottery, one and the same, literally Yeah, sit back and I picture my life visually Some of my favourite winners now don't look like winners to me I'd love to have me a million dollars, give it to me But that ain't worth a cent if there's no one to split it with me Yeah, sit back and I picture my life visually Some of my favourite winners now don't look like winners to me I'd love to have me a million dollars, give it to me But that ain't worth a cent if there's no one to split it with me From Letras Mania