"Sweater" lyrics
Going through hell, but I don't sweat it
Sweating bullets underneath my sweater vest
I can't seem to find my feathers
While I'm waiting on sunset
In some random slut's bed getting her a little wetter
Doobie he the hottest
[?] and heated conversations with the devil
Still ain't break a damn sweat
Cause I'm up now and I'm feeling better
Well, I feel a little better
Since I spent most of today resting
The rest of my day is restless from wresting everyday in this tree that I nest in
She ain't act right, so I left her
Heard she got a new man, I don't sweat it
She know I kill the pussy, karma did it on, sweat these bitches
I be fucking any bitches not regretting how I'm living
Not a god-damn thing, oo
I be making hits like my fist clenched
Yellow bitch, same color as a damn Simpson
Shawty give me head, like the bitch went to Princeton
Dressed in purple rain gear, I'm on my Prince shit
Why they wanna be me?
They can't see me, blood and crip shit
Yeah my dick stand up, bet your bitch sit
Shawty so cold, I'm so hot, together we change the weather
But I ain't fucking unless I get the head first
Then I better dive in that pussy, sploosh
Head first, head first, head first no this ain't no gesture
Girl, I'll probably break your heart and make your fucking chest hurt
Boy, I'll probably kill yo ass, then bury you deep in some red dirt
Head first, head first
Don't forget it, I don't sweat it
Now I got blood all on my sweater
Her voice in my head, pop a Xanax then forget her
Sir, where were you on Friday night from 3 PM?
I don't remember
But I don't sweat it
Doobie like the desert, hot-hot-hotter than bikers in leather
Thought she was a rider, a rider forever
No wooden legs, she stand on pegs, I'm pushing the pedal
But I don't sweat it
Shit getting worse but I'm getting better
Shawty a writer and I keep her letters
Keep her letters inside my chest next to my dearest treasures
In alphabetical order I letter, in alphabetical order I letter be
See pussy playing on repeat bumping Doobie 2 treed with a baby bitch, oo
I won't give a bitch a treat
Lady, I'm a tramp
Lit like lamps, hit my dance, hit the blunt, then dim the lamp
Like, bitch, who caught the lights off? Oo
I'm just trying to get my shine on
People turn to haters then dick riders
Now they tryna buy ya
I ain't buying not a damn thing
Chilling in the back of the van
Sleep on the cupholder without a damn drink
And you really thirsty for me to press a damn leak
Doobie on now, naw he can't be
Can't be, eyes low like my pants be, oo
I'm the hottest so they fan me, nah
I'm so fly I'm tryna land me
Smoke the great weed
I'm rare like my steak pink, page me, oo
I'm in waist deep, fat ass booty, but the waist shrink, grade me
Working over time, they tryna charge us with the late fee
Cause they can't keep me under control and they tryna taze me
I'm taking everything they never gave me, everything they never gave me
Y'all be talking too much, I ain't even gotta say shit
Nuff said, oo
Kill the pussy, kill these rappers, call it bloodshed
Shawty give me dumb head, beat it up like drum set
You the man, that's what Unc said
Doing drugs only when I'm upset
Nuff said, nuff said, when I'm upset, nuff doing drugs when I'm upset
I don't really get too much rest, got too much drive
I'm taking naps inside my truck bed
Going through hell, but I don't sweat it
Sweating bullets underneath my sweater vest
I can't seem to find my feathers
While I'm waiting on sunset
In some random slut's bed getting her a little wetter
Doobie he the hottest
[?] and heated conversations with the devil
Still ain't break a damn sweat
Cause I'm up now and I'm feeling better
Well, I feel a little better
I'm feeling better, well I feel a little
Feeling better, well I feel a little better
Feeling better, well I feel a little
Feeling better, well I feel a little better
Little better, well I feel a little
Feeling better, well I feel a little better
Feeling better, well I feel a little
Feeling better, well I feel a little better
Sweating bullets underneath my sweater vest
I can't seem to find my feathers
While I'm waiting on sunset
In some random slut's bed getting her a little wetter
Doobie he the hottest
[?] and heated conversations with the devil
Still ain't break a damn sweat
Cause I'm up now and I'm feeling better
Well, I feel a little better
Since I spent most of today resting
The rest of my day is restless from wresting everyday in this tree that I nest in
She ain't act right, so I left her
Heard she got a new man, I don't sweat it
She know I kill the pussy, karma did it on, sweat these bitches
I be fucking any bitches not regretting how I'm living
Not a god-damn thing, oo
I be making hits like my fist clenched
Yellow bitch, same color as a damn Simpson
Shawty give me head, like the bitch went to Princeton
Dressed in purple rain gear, I'm on my Prince shit
Why they wanna be me?
They can't see me, blood and crip shit
Yeah my dick stand up, bet your bitch sit
Shawty so cold, I'm so hot, together we change the weather
But I ain't fucking unless I get the head first
Then I better dive in that pussy, sploosh
Head first, head first, head first no this ain't no gesture
Girl, I'll probably break your heart and make your fucking chest hurt
Boy, I'll probably kill yo ass, then bury you deep in some red dirt
Head first, head first
Don't forget it, I don't sweat it
Now I got blood all on my sweater
Her voice in my head, pop a Xanax then forget her
Sir, where were you on Friday night from 3 PM?
I don't remember
But I don't sweat it
Doobie like the desert, hot-hot-hotter than bikers in leather
Thought she was a rider, a rider forever
No wooden legs, she stand on pegs, I'm pushing the pedal
But I don't sweat it
Shit getting worse but I'm getting better
Shawty a writer and I keep her letters
Keep her letters inside my chest next to my dearest treasures
In alphabetical order I letter, in alphabetical order I letter be
See pussy playing on repeat bumping Doobie 2 treed with a baby bitch, oo
I won't give a bitch a treat
Lady, I'm a tramp
Lit like lamps, hit my dance, hit the blunt, then dim the lamp
Like, bitch, who caught the lights off? Oo
I'm just trying to get my shine on
People turn to haters then dick riders
Now they tryna buy ya
I ain't buying not a damn thing
Chilling in the back of the van
Sleep on the cupholder without a damn drink
And you really thirsty for me to press a damn leak
Doobie on now, naw he can't be
Can't be, eyes low like my pants be, oo
I'm the hottest so they fan me, nah
I'm so fly I'm tryna land me
Smoke the great weed
I'm rare like my steak pink, page me, oo
I'm in waist deep, fat ass booty, but the waist shrink, grade me
Working over time, they tryna charge us with the late fee
Cause they can't keep me under control and they tryna taze me
I'm taking everything they never gave me, everything they never gave me
Y'all be talking too much, I ain't even gotta say shit
Nuff said, oo
Kill the pussy, kill these rappers, call it bloodshed
Shawty give me dumb head, beat it up like drum set
You the man, that's what Unc said
Doing drugs only when I'm upset
Nuff said, nuff said, when I'm upset, nuff doing drugs when I'm upset
I don't really get too much rest, got too much drive
I'm taking naps inside my truck bed
Going through hell, but I don't sweat it
Sweating bullets underneath my sweater vest
I can't seem to find my feathers
While I'm waiting on sunset
In some random slut's bed getting her a little wetter
Doobie he the hottest
[?] and heated conversations with the devil
Still ain't break a damn sweat
Cause I'm up now and I'm feeling better
Well, I feel a little better
I'm feeling better, well I feel a little
Feeling better, well I feel a little better
Feeling better, well I feel a little
Feeling better, well I feel a little better
Little better, well I feel a little
Feeling better, well I feel a little better
Feeling better, well I feel a little
Feeling better, well I feel a little better
