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I'm so tired of making up excuses Always ask me why I can't make it to the motives Breaking my bank just a little bit further I didn't have the P's no I wasn't meant to hurt ya I am chillin' at home So leave my phone alone My guys they call me up on the weekend I'm running low on funds My hit song never comes I'm eating ramen all through the weekend Pete's working at BT and Ben is doing the police Andrei is doing something I don't know at the sperm bank I'm happy it's not me 'cause I'm still here doing my thing But when they try to link me it means I don't got no money I will work this out Won't let you down Can't stop, won't stop now Soon I'll come round I'm so tired of making up excuses Always ask me why I can't make it to the motives Breaking my bank just a little bit further I didn't have the P's no I wasn't meant to hurt ya I'm doing better My songs are sadder Hard to measure All this pressure And I'm as broke as ever Still avoiding the speeding letter Still down on my P's like cheddar But I know I'ma make it better I will work this out Won't let you down Can't stop, won't stop now Soon I'll come round I'm so tired of making up excuses Always ask me why I can't make it to the motives Breaking my bank just a little bit further I didn't have the P's no I wasn't meant to hurt ya I'm so tired of making up excuses Always ask me why I can't make it to the motives Breaking my bank just a little bit further I didn't have the P's no I wasn't meant to hurt ya I'm so tired of making up excuses Always ask me why I can't make it to the motives Breaking my bank just a little bit further I didn't have the P's no I wasn't meant to hurt ya
Writer(s): Harrison Sepehr Cole, Nikolay Mohr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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