"Oh No (Ando San Remix)" lyrics
vianova & Ando San Lyrics
(Who's pushing your buttons?
Who's pulling your strings?
Who's in your head?
Who's painting your dreams?
Who made that shopping list go so wild?
Thank about it baby come on)
Oh no I think I'm a believer
I'd pawn my soul to buy into every dream that I'm sold
So sure I was looking for a reason
Who could have known that I'm already a believer?
Sick of the pathos
Yeah me and god had to break up
I had to quit all the politics
So me and my friends could make
Up
I'm sorry I'm a nihilistic, egotistic piece of shit
That's grasping at every straw ah
I can't take it no more gimme
Salvation through success
Big bag baller making big ass checks
I carry my cross but I'm blessed
Big bag baller making small ass steps
You heard it here first
Oh no I think I'm a believer
I'd pawn my soul to buy into every dream that I'm sold
So sure I was looking for a reason
Who could have known that I'm already a believer?
Who's pushing your buttons?
Who's pulling your strings?
Who's in your head?
Who's painting your dreams?
Who made that shopping list?
I mean what the fuck, man! Really? A Porsche?
I'm so sick
Uh
I'm signing waivers to a demon
I'm really feenin'
My bank account is always bleeding
I'm always thinking 'bouta the
Paper
I'm rolling harda
But does it really cost my soul
A pocket amount
A dollar
Big pimpin
Thinking about the skrilla
I need it
I been in the shed I feel it
I've been impoverished
I bleed it
I'm a peasant brotha
Down on my luck
I'm a shut in
I feast on
My beats
And my rhymes
For the fun fam
It's all I have
Not a cent on the beat
I don't need a dollar sign
Boy
That's shits for the weak
I just need a watch and a yacht and a big ass house with a huge backyard
And a big garage full of fast sports cars
Oh no
Who's pushing your buttons?
Who's pulling your strings?
Who's in your head?
Who's painting your dreams?
Who made that shopping list go so wild?
Who's painting your dreams tonight?
Oh no I think I'm a believer
I'd pawn my soul to buy into every dream
Am that I'm sold
So sure I was looking for a reason
Who could have known that I'm already believing?
Salvation through success
Who pushed my buttons, pulled my strings?
I carry my cross but I'm blessed
Who's in my head painting those dreams?
Salvation through success
Who made that shopping list go so wild?
'Cause I'm still so sick
So sick...
Who's pulling your strings?
Who's in your head?
Who's painting your dreams?
Who made that shopping list go so wild?
Thank about it baby come on)
Oh no I think I'm a believer
I'd pawn my soul to buy into every dream that I'm sold
So sure I was looking for a reason
Who could have known that I'm already a believer?
Sick of the pathos
Yeah me and god had to break up
I had to quit all the politics
So me and my friends could make
Up
I'm sorry I'm a nihilistic, egotistic piece of shit
That's grasping at every straw ah
I can't take it no more gimme
Salvation through success
Big bag baller making big ass checks
I carry my cross but I'm blessed
Big bag baller making small ass steps
You heard it here first
Oh no I think I'm a believer
I'd pawn my soul to buy into every dream that I'm sold
So sure I was looking for a reason
Who could have known that I'm already a believer?
Who's pushing your buttons?
Who's pulling your strings?
Who's in your head?
Who's painting your dreams?
Who made that shopping list?
I mean what the fuck, man! Really? A Porsche?
I'm so sick
Uh
I'm signing waivers to a demon
I'm really feenin'
My bank account is always bleeding
I'm always thinking 'bouta the
Paper
I'm rolling harda
But does it really cost my soul
A pocket amount
A dollar
Big pimpin
Thinking about the skrilla
I need it
I been in the shed I feel it
I've been impoverished
I bleed it
I'm a peasant brotha
Down on my luck
I'm a shut in
I feast on
My beats
And my rhymes
For the fun fam
It's all I have
Not a cent on the beat
I don't need a dollar sign
Boy
That's shits for the weak
I just need a watch and a yacht and a big ass house with a huge backyard
And a big garage full of fast sports cars
Oh no
Who's pushing your buttons?
Who's pulling your strings?
Who's in your head?
Who's painting your dreams?
Who made that shopping list go so wild?
Who's painting your dreams tonight?
Oh no I think I'm a believer
I'd pawn my soul to buy into every dream
Am that I'm sold
So sure I was looking for a reason
Who could have known that I'm already believing?
Salvation through success
Who pushed my buttons, pulled my strings?
I carry my cross but I'm blessed
Who's in my head painting those dreams?
Salvation through success
Who made that shopping list go so wild?
'Cause I'm still so sick
So sick...
