"Man Of The Month" lyrics

SURF GANG, bitch

I kept missin' them days in the red
I spent winter replacin' the rest
All that twitchin', get wakey, you up
Huh, uh, I kept tippin' the drank in the cup
I shot films but I didn't vision up
I could trip, it ain't manage to run
I ain't hittin' your language of love
How you driftin'? You hangin' or what?
It's equipped, man, the grams in the trunk
On the trip, I'm the man of the month, month
I do business of bearin' the trust
Too much [?], that cancerous stuff
At the strip, I bring big bands to the club
I kept cool when they handed me drugs
I move quick like a panther or somethin'
It been iffy and manic since young
I got bigger and answered to none
Got a zip from my Canada plug
Huh, huh

It ain't easy to see to your bitch

Like the sea get fishy and shit
Seventeen, tryna hit me a lick
Niggas see me, ain't pity the kid
I get leavin' and they hand me the dip
If you seem like you flippin' the script

How it be when you meet what it is
It get greasy, be fiending the hit
Overseas, it ain't easy to shit
Start to believe all the dreams I've lived

In the deep end, it seems the abyss

Call 'em love when it's cheaper to get
Yeah

Like the sea get fishy and shit
Seventeen, tryna hit me a lick
Niggas see, ain't pity the kid
I get leavin' and they hand me the dip

How it be when you meet what it is
It be greasy, be fiending the hit
Overseas, it ain't easy to shit
Start to believe all the dreams I've lived

(You know what I'm sayin')