Donnie (Canadian Rapper) - Nonsense lyrics

[Verse 1] Her life in the spiral sh**'s going downhill but she in denial Room on my boat, but sh**'s in the Nile, river Let that b**h freeze, shiver, quiver Prime boys in the sixer, we will not miss her I always deliver, while painting a picture I'll make her a fixture, I'm writing the scripture She got no control, I hold all the dough I'm flipper, young n***as just tryna get richer I'm all underground and I'm calm as a fisher I want the whole pie, I don't want me a sliver Just chalk it up, know I'm the winner You lose and you know your b**h choosing She send me that paper, yeah, straight Western Union She know how it go, give me the dough Keep it moving You think that it's disco the way that we grooving The pub like a scientist, mix the solution Bad b**h in the trap for extreme prostitution She roped in her friends because she's the influence They f**s with the squad because we is the movement There's no other movement moving You n***as is trying but we are not buying You got too much room for improvement Stop the excuses, I'm coming with straight execution I'm coming with fire, you're just the pollution You're just the pollution, these n***as is useless I got the fire, I mean, who couldn't use this? I'm taking her soul where the fire is, I'm ruthless I'm f**ing sh** up, yes, I'm such a nuisance When I'm off the block I be throwing up deuces These hoes on my jock that be blowing me smooches Like, muah, muah, Donnie you do this Look baby I knew this, so stop acting foolish My squad is the hottest but we still the coolest I f**ed up this booth, don't let nobody use this I'm taking this mic, how the f** you unscrew this? You begging to play but your team always loses You n***as is babies, should wear pampers, cruisers Gone [Hook] I'm tryna get high, this pain it won't go away n***a, I don't know why Look in my eyes, you'll see the fire See the desire, roll like a tire I'm tryna get high, I'm tryna get high Tryna get high, tryna get high Tryna, tryna get high, tryna get high [Verse 2] Dreams of the block, now I'm hearing I'm stuck Like f**, can I retire? Wish I knew back then my dream was a nightmare No sleep, I'm not gonna get tired Shoulda kept balling, I would be shot calling At least would have got me a scholar Got me an office job, probably a salary Instead I tend to my crops They call me all day and night and I ain't got no problems If they calling me then they're getting dealt right If they want it, I got them, bring money, no spotting Might swing through the jungle, I feel just like Tarzan Get high with my white boys but no I'm not Carson I got the fire they calling me arson When we bring the loud packs, we finish the carton This sh** is so loud, I can't hear you like, pardon? I'm tryna leave the country I might need a pardon I'm tryna sell this dope but this work needs to harden b**h open that window, like is you retarded? f** up this work and you gon' be departed I feel like a player that can not be guarded Feel like a champ that has just been rewarded But I am a star, I am just out of orbit Gone [Hook] I'm tryna get high, this pain it won't go away n***a, I don't know why Look in my eyes, you'll see the fire See the desire, roll like a tire I'm tryna get high, I'm tryna get high Tryna get high, tryna get high Tryna, tryna get high, tryna get high