Buttons
Mar. 9, 20191 viewer
Buttons Lyrics
[Chorus]
Yeah, there's no answer and you called twice Nobody be at my house I was at the studio all night Last night I slept on the couch I might, wake up, do it all again There's a world going crazy outside But let's pretend that it's alright We keep pretending that it's alright
[Verse 1: Moe Tre]
I’m still a young man, My name is Maurice Trevon
If you don’t fuck with me, I just said fuck it
I’m thru wit’ fake shit, Let me handle my bizz
I went to school, my sis told me don’t share
A tear
My mother dead and gone, Especially my father
They died the same month, but different dates motherfucker
Excuse my language mama
You help me with my problems
I’m gonna work day and night, chasin’ for my dollas
I’m tryna get thru the days every other hour
I love my real peeps, especially my brothers
Young nigga from the same old state
I’m a Baltimore nigga get the fuck out my face
I hate a judgmental when they play with your character
Don’t let me catch you slippin up
This is America
I’m not Childish Gambino
These fakers some bitches
They don’t got nothin’ to do with themselves
They turn to haters
Fuck what people say, I’m about my paper
Deuces to them hoes, see y’all later alligators
I gotta keep it goin’ like a cheetah finna run
My homies be like run Moe run
Yeah, there's no answer and you called twice Nobody be at my house I was at the studio all night Last night I slept on the couch I might, wake up, do it all again There's a world going crazy outside But let's pretend that it's alright We keep pretending that it's alright
[Verse 1: Moe Tre]
I’m still a young man, My name is Maurice Trevon
If you don’t fuck with me, I just said fuck it
I’m thru wit’ fake shit, Let me handle my bizz
I went to school, my sis told me don’t share
A tear
My mother dead and gone, Especially my father
They died the same month, but different dates motherfucker
Excuse my language mama
You help me with my problems
I’m gonna work day and night, chasin’ for my dollas
I’m tryna get thru the days every other hour
I love my real peeps, especially my brothers
Young nigga from the same old state
I’m a Baltimore nigga get the fuck out my face
I hate a judgmental when they play with your character
Don’t let me catch you slippin up
This is America
I’m not Childish Gambino
These fakers some bitches
They don’t got nothin’ to do with themselves
They turn to haters
Fuck what people say, I’m about my paper
Deuces to them hoes, see y’all later alligators
I gotta keep it goin’ like a cheetah finna run
My homies be like run Moe run
[Chorus]
Yeah, there's no answer and you called twice Nobody be at my house I was at the studio all night Last night I slept on the couch I might, wake up, do it all again There's a world going crazy outside But let's pretend that it's alright We keep pretending that it's alright
[Verse 2: Moe Tre]
I’m ‘bout da go rampage, these bitches too playful
They look pretty in a photo, but most of them not beautiful
Certain bitches are some hoes, they dress up like one
I’m careful with them broads ‘cause they be incest
I see why your stomach hurt and ya pussy still wet
My ex’s say they love me, I will never trust that
Moe Tre go hard in da paint
I’m about my business, I’m already on my thang
My nuts hang in my pants, I’m so insane
Da cross is my silver chain, touch it
I will bust ya brain
I waited so long just start my rap shit
Now all of sudden I’m just practicin’
My trap shit
I’m not playin’ with y’all, but y’all take me as a joke
There’s no love in the game, In this life
There’s no hope
If you hearin’ what I’m sayin’, then you better hear me good
Park Heights where I came from
That was the real hood
[Chorus]
Yeah, there's no answer and you called twice Nobody be at my house I was at the studio all night Last night I slept on the couch I might, wake up, do it all again There's a world going crazy outside But let's pretend that it's alright We keep pretending that it's alright
Yeah, there's no answer and you called twice Nobody be at my house I was at the studio all night Last night I slept on the couch I might, wake up, do it all again There's a world going crazy outside But let's pretend that it's alright We keep pretending that it's alright
[Verse 2: Moe Tre]
I’m ‘bout da go rampage, these bitches too playful
They look pretty in a photo, but most of them not beautiful
Certain bitches are some hoes, they dress up like one
I’m careful with them broads ‘cause they be incest
I see why your stomach hurt and ya pussy still wet
My ex’s say they love me, I will never trust that
Moe Tre go hard in da paint
I’m about my business, I’m already on my thang
My nuts hang in my pants, I’m so insane
Da cross is my silver chain, touch it
I will bust ya brain
I waited so long just start my rap shit
Now all of sudden I’m just practicin’
My trap shit
I’m not playin’ with y’all, but y’all take me as a joke
There’s no love in the game, In this life
There’s no hope
If you hearin’ what I’m sayin’, then you better hear me good
Park Heights where I came from
That was the real hood
[Chorus]
Yeah, there's no answer and you called twice Nobody be at my house I was at the studio all night Last night I slept on the couch I might, wake up, do it all again There's a world going crazy outside But let's pretend that it's alright We keep pretending that it's alright
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Song of Mac Miller, Buttons W/Hook,
Dated March 9th, 2019
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