🎵 Sorry Carly, I Just Really Like This Sax Line // by Patricia Taxxon

3 ContributorsSorry Carly, I Just Really Like This Sax Line Lyrics First things first I'ma say all the words inside my head I'm fired up and tired of The way that things have been, oh-ooh The way that things have been, oh-ooh The way that things Second thing second Don't you tell me what you think that I could be I'm the one at the sail I'm the master of my sea, oh-ooh The master of my sea, oh-ooh The master of my I was broken from a young age Taking my sulkin' to the masses Writing my poems for the few That look at me, took to me, shook at me, feelin' me Singing from heartache from the pain Taking my message from the veins Speaking my lesson from the brain Seeing the beauty through the... Raindrop (Drip), drop-top (Drop-top) Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (Cookie) Fuckin' on your bitch, she a thot, thot (Thot) Cookin' up dope in the crockpot (Pot) We came from nothin' to somethin', nigga (Hey) I don't trust nobody, grip the trigger (Nobody) Call up the gang and they come and get ya (Gang) Cry me a river, give you a tissue (Hey) My bitch is bad and bougie (Bad) Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (Blaow) My niggas is savage, ruthless (Savage) We got 30s and hundred-rounds too (Grrah) My bitch is bad and bougie (Bad) Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (Dope) My niggas is savage, ruthless (Hey) We got 30s and hundred-rounds too (Glah) My bitch is bad and bougie (Bad) Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (Blaow) My niggas is savage, ruthless (Savage) We got 30s and hundred-rounds too (Grrah) My bitch is bad and bougie (Bad) Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (Dope) My niggas is savage, ruthless (Hey) We got 30s and hundred-rounds too (Glah) (Rackaids on rackaids (Racks), got back-ends on back-ends I'm ridin' around in a coupe (Coupe) Courtside with a bad bitch (Bitch) Then I send the bitch through Uber (Go) Beat the ho walls loose (Hey) Hop in the frog, whoo (Skrrt) Rackaids on rackaids, got back-ends on back-ends So my money makin' my back ache (Aagh)) My bitch is bad and bougie (Bad) Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (Blaow) My niggas is savage, ruthless (Savage) We got 30s and hundred-rounds too (Grrah) My bitch is bad and bougie (Bad) Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (Dope) My niggas is savage, ruthless (Hey) We got 30s and hundred-rounds too (Glah) (They hate and the devil keep jumpin' me (Jumpin' me) Bankrolls on me keep me company (Cash) Fat Cookie blunt in the ashtray (Cookie) Two bitches, just national smash day (Smash) Yeah, my diamond's a choker (Glah) Holdin' the fire with no holster (Blaow) Raindrop (Drip), drop-top (Drop-top) Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (Cookie)) My bitch is bad and bougie... Third things third Send a prayer to the ones up above All the hate that you've heard Has turned your spirit to a dove, oh-ooh Your spirit up above, oh, -bove, oh, -bove, oh I was chokin' in the crowd Building my rain up in the cloud Falling like ashes to the ground Hoping my feelings, they would drown But they never did, ever lived, ebbin' and flowin' Inhibited, limited 'til it broke open and rained down It rained down, like… Third things third... I could be driving you all night And I'll find your lips in the streetlights I wanna be there with you, ooh I could be driving you all night... SAIL BABY PAIN You made me a, you made me a Believer, believer BABY PAIN You break me down and build me up Believer, believer SAIL BABY Pain! Oh, let the bullets fly, oh, let them rain My life, my love, my drive, it came from… BABY PAIN You made me a, you made me a Believer, believer SAIL BABY My bitch is bad and bougie (Bad) Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (Blaow) My niggas is savage, ruthless (Savage) We got 30s and hundred-rounds too (Grrah) BABY My bitch is bad and bougie (Bad) Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (Dope) My niggas is savage, ruthless (Hey) We got 30s and hundred-rounds too (Glah) (Rackaids on rackaids (Racks), got back-ends on back-ends I'm ridin' around in a coupe (Coupe) Courtside with a bad bitch (Bitch) Then I send the bitch through Uber (Go) Beat the ho walls loose (Hey) Hop in the frog, whoo (Skrrt) Rackaids on rackaids, got back-ends on back-ends So my money makin' my back ache (Aagh)) (They hate and the devil keep jumpin' me (Jumpin' me) Bankrolls on me keep me company (Cash) Fat Cookie blunt in the ashtray (Cookie) Two bitches, just national smash day (Smash) Yeah, my diamond's a choker (Glah) Holdin' the fire with no holster (Blaow) Raindrop (Drip), drop-top (Drop-top) Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (Cookie)) SAIL BABY My bitch is bad and bougie (Bad) Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (Blaow) My niggas is savage, ruthless (Savage) We got 30s and hundred-rounds too (Grrah) (Rackaids on rackaids (Racks), got back-ends on back-ends I'm ridin' around in a coupe (Coupe) Courtside with a bad bitch (Bitch) Then I send the bitch through Uber (Go)) (They hate and the devil keep jumpin' me (Jumpin' me) Bankrolls on me keep me company (Cash) Fat Cookie blunt in the ashtray (Cookie) Two bitches, just national smash day (Smash)) BABY My bitch is bad and bougie (Bad) My bitch is bad and bougie (Bad) (Beat the ho walls loose (Hey) Beat the ho walls loose (Hey)) (Yeah, my diamond's a choker (Glah) Yeah, my diamond's a choker (Glah)) Hotbox Hotbox Hotbox Hotbox Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H- SAIL BABY