Abhi the Nomad - Planes lyrics

No, you go first If time is money Iʼm gone, Iʼm gone watch the hour gla** Yeah, I donʼt need your loving you can have it back You said youʼd fill my wallet with a salad snack You get the cold, cold shoulder Ooooh I know Ooooh I get it, youʼre too cool for school Ooooh Yeah, I know Ooooh Youʼre too hot to touch Iʼve been working grave shifts on my own Even a broken watch hits twelve oʼ clock like once or twice But you canʼt budge a beat Iʼve been working fingers to the bone And thatʼs what youʼre feeding me These scraps are weak I watch as you eat like a king What does it mean to never care Is everything just little figments of your world of despair, oh-oh Hello stranger are you there? Iʼve been here for so long just waiting... Ooooh (I know) Ooooh Ooooh Ooooh Too hot to touch If time was money I would be time efficient And if you waste my time well then itʼs bye-bye b**hes Because I never knew how people focused on a dime b**h When a dollar worth more, and b**hes come when Iʼm rich Said Iʼm going on tour with my life in a trunk From the mic to the d**, nice clothes, swim trunks Got the hype and the buzz Iʼm with Hooligan Lou I bet you got it from your mams and your daddy a fool I bet you probably go snitch on your family too I bet you skimp on your friends and your fans to be cool I bet you scam all the fam cause their vanity changed That makes me ran tan, pissy and my sanity droop Thank god I been working on my own here, oh Lone range to the bone in my cave here, oh Ainʼt cave to a boss b**h pay me You ainʼt finna make me! Iʼd like to personally thank you for fronting from the beginning Without your incompetent a** I wouldnʼt be where Iʼm sitting But where the f** would I be at if I never got up to get it? We catch you snitching youʼll get caught like a seeker but this ainʼt Quidditch How many frozen burritos will it take me to taste some greatness? How many blogs I gotta email before they abandon fake sh**? You wanna clock buddy? We poppingʼ like it or not Yeah weʼre going up. weʼre going up. weʼre going up, weʼre going up! Tell your people to hit my people just google me The second youʼll get into some musical ingenuity Watch me take it from google beach to a nudie beach Overseas especially if Iʼm counting the streams Your daughter and her homies come to every single show Iʼm reppin Your mama be bumping me in the whip and you still wonʼt cut the check We could all be one happy family, but Youʼre too cool for school (Planes)