Ariana DeBoo - Popular Man lyrics

Find myself by myself [Verse 1] I got problems, vices, a bite with a moffin(?) I like to be off of my rocker, I'll stop a promise but baby Why's a hundred dollar bill rolled up on all the plates? I like the look of money right next to my entrée I see some Jack in ya gla**-per that is and how she be sippin' So baby show me the money I got a road for two-fifty I hope you wake up tomorrow with a headache and say sorry You'll probably say that you'll take a break but can't wait 'til it's Friday I been up the last three days; I'm out of commission, listen, don't ask me favors A week later we'll snip straws, keys, plates, and other women I'm running like "bye, be safe" These days we love to make suppers Forget whatcha picked up at a witch cupboard Whoops, thank god I guess, sh** I probably should've thought ahead Ugh [Hook] A quarter-pound in my kitchen, baby, a couple tricks up my sleeve They call me Ken Sniffey Junior when I step to the plate, but always walk alone when I leave (kick it with me) [Chorus: Elan Wright and Macie Hudson] I got my back against a brick wall and a fence When I was young I was wrong, I thought it all wouldn't end Now I'm on my last hundred in cash Tryna make it home with a hundred dollars left I got my back against a brick wall and a fence When I was young I was wrong, I thought it all wouldn't end Feeling like a popular man, when I was in the dark underground with the band [Verse 2] I got vices, issues, a midseason moffin(?) I bet you wanna be part of the party, partner, I did too Why's she on the front steps, undressed And why's she still licking the baggy there's none left Awesome, I'll be damned if the house ain't haunted Got 'em, celebrate Halloween around autumn And I got a baby bottle, half codeine, half sprite liter And I probably won't sleep tonight, but I didn't sleep last night either I rarely find myself by myself, I feed off energy Gin and soda water with citrus, baby A smooth walk when I leave I moon-walk on the streets and two-hop to the beat My new bride's new pet-peeve is I talk in my sleep I find it hard to believe But I'd be lying by trying to say it's hard to be me Don't nobody, don't nobody wanna kick it with me? [Chorus: Elan Wright and Macie Hudson] I got my back against a brick wall and a fence When I was young I was wrong, I thought it all wouldn't end Now I'm on my last hundred in cash Tryna make it home with a hundred dollars left I got my back against a brick wall and a fence When I was young I was wrong, I thought it all wouldn't end Feeling like a popular man, when I was in the dark underground with the band