Changes - Kvclutch

I'm getting rid of all my clothes, I don't wear I think I'm gonna cut my hair 'Cause these days I don't feel like me, mmm I think I'm gonna take a break from alcohol Probably won't last that long But Lord knows I could use some sleep, mmm Changes, they might drive you half-insane But it's killing you to stay the same But it's all gonna work out, it's all gonna work out someday Moments, living with your eyes half-open You've been thinking 'bout these changes It's all gonna work out, it's all gonna work out someday I think I'm gonna take some pills to fix my brain 'Cause I tried every other way But some things you can't fix yourself But instead, he's doing the same thing over and over And life ain't easy these days, no, life ain't easy these days Changes, they might drive you half-insane But it's killing you to stay the same But it's all gonna work out, it's all gonna work out someday Moments, living with your eyes half-open You've been thinking 'bout these changes It's all gonna work out, it's all gonna work out someday Changes, they might drive you half-insane But it's killing you to stay the same But it's all gonna work out, it's all gonna work out someday Moments, living with your eyes half-open You've been thinking 'bout these changes It's all gonna work out, it's all gonna work out someday

Spin Spin (Yea spin) Spin (Yea spin) Spin (Ouu) Spin Spin it to win (Ouu) Yea yea (Yeah) Uh Spin it to win Spin it to win I'm tryna turn M's to bills (M's to Billions) I'm tyrna get M's for real (Get M's for real) This money goin pay for my meals Im tryna go sign me a deal Yea They know its a drill Yea Get ripped like a peal Yea i'm for real Yea i'm for real Ouu ouu Yea i'm for real Ouu ouu Yea i'm for real Ouu ouu For real I sip behind of the wheel (Yea) For real Yea i'm for real Whole lotta jokes First & For most B*tch i'm a goat Try me get kicked Whole gang we lit Take me a pic (Aye) Camera go click (Aye) (Uh) I'm finna get it & go Right around the globe I'm on the road Yea I know I stick to the code (Stick to the code) In traffic i'm carrying load I'm working I gotta get on Yea I know Ouu I know (Ouu) Yea i know Kv he's clutch (Kv he clutching) We spinning That's head on concussion You come across us & get touched They bussing you cannot blame us Spin it to win Spin it to win (I'm spinning to win) I'm tryna turn M's to bills (M's to Billions) I'm tyrna get M's for real (Get M's for real) This money going pay for my meal I'm tryna go sign me a deal (Sign me a deal) Yea They know its a drill Yea Get ripped like a peal Yea i'm for real Yea i'm for real Ouu ouu Yea i'm for real Ouu ouu Yea i'm for real Ouu ouu For real I sip behind of the wheel (Yea) For real Yea i'm for real

Gas prices low I'm cruising, ten speed Stuck inside the city like its quarantine Dreaming that I woke up in a Bentley Pull up on my n***** in a renty A pain relief she said my lyrics hit like morphine My dawg he cant put down that cup He sippin codeine He been trippin out, ain't been getting no sleep Had to wake him up We bout getting trophies (Yea yea) So I'm going harder for my family and my parents My cousin cant get no more jobs cause he a felon I'd do the same if I get caught, bitch ain't no telling They ask you questions bout that street shit Just don't tell em Flow so wavy, ocean Light a spliffy up, I'm floating I've been getting better, they ain't notice I work in silence, they just gave me a motive Like a street sweeper, clean em up and leave em squeaky Said she don't need me, I told her I don't need her either But when she throw me pussy, I be playing goalie/keeper I know my role, she get to going and I be wide receiving And she been looking in my eyes, now she say she believe me I've been seeing red lights, I never seen a green one I gotta get my head right, I'm changing my demeanor I gotta get my bread right, I'm dropping T.O Season Now I'm on streak I'm dropping hit right after hit They cant compete with me And I know how the bottom feel So Imma take the lead Yea we staying at the top Ain't no facing me Imma be discrete, when I get some bands Imma ball for my n***** that ain't get a chance And Imma make a song for the streets I did this for my mans And I been chasing all my dreams I did the running man Gas prices low I'm cruising ten speed Stuck inside the city like its quarantine Dreaming that I woke up in a Bentley Pull up on my n***** in a renty A pain relief she said my lyrics hit like morphine My dawg he cant put down that cup He sippin codeine He been trippin out, ain't been getting no sleep Had to wake him up We bout getting trophies (Yea yea)