Complaining (feat. Rico Love) - Kevin Gates

I don't know why but I can't seem To find the right melody today I can't make the words fit how I feel I don't know when was the last time That I slept the whole night through And when morning comes around, I feel tired I woke up from a strangest dream With a dancing dog and a beauty queen They said nothing, nada, niente I'm empty But you're here and I'm here So I stop complaining, it could be raining And I see the answer in your eyes You're here and I'm here, I keep on singing Just keep on singing, singing Do you know why I can't seem To find the right melody today? I can't make the words fit how I feel Do you know when was the last time That I slept the whole night through? Another morning comes around, I'm so tired I drive down to the rodeo Gonna ride a bull in a video But nothing, nada, niente I'm still empty But you're here and I'm here So I stop complaining, it could be raining And I see the answer in your eyes You're here and I'm here, I keep on singing Just keep on singing, singing, singing I don't know why but I can't seem To find the right melody today I can't make the words fit how I feel (I don't know when was the last time) I woke up from the strangest dream (That I slept the whole night through) With a dancing dog and a beauty queen They said nothing, nada, niente (And when morning comes around, I feel tired) But you're here and I'm here So I stop complaining, it could be raining And I see the answer in your eyes You're here and I'm here, I keep on singing Just keep on singing, singing, singing You're here and I'm here So I stop complaining, it could be raining And I see the answer in your eyes You're here and I'm here, I keep on singing Just keep on singing, singing, singing Singing, singing, singing, singing

Get Em Aw man, that bitch she go hard Put it on me I'm like "Oh Lord" No panties, baby, no bra Aw man, that bitch she go hard I can see her with her clothes off Aw man, that bitch she go hard Eat that pussy 'till she doze off Aw man, that bitch she go hard Turn on your headlights, pull in your garage Somewhat explicit in my metaphors On top this piano, but keys open doors Party ammunition, naked all night long, we can go Spin around, i been around in and out bitch i clown How many rounds in this bound this bitch out for the count Ain't no crying now, this ain't no crime that we committed, "hol' up wait its boutta, can i leave it in" Aw man, that bitch she go hard Put it on me I'm like "Oh Lord" No panties, baby, no bra Aw man, that bitch she go hard I can see her with her clothes off Aw man, that bitch she go hard Eat that pussy 'till she doze off Aw man, that bitch she go hard Studio she making love to my microphone(check) Naked while caressing as she likes my cologne(yes) Dinner and a movie who the fuck am i That activity Mcfly with another type Kissin, touchin, huggin, take our time and we ain't no rushing When we finish i might call you later on, dont call my phone Opposite of never go soft, straight naked penetration mean i go raw Aw man, that bitch she go hard Put it on me I'm like "Oh Lord" No panties, baby, no bra Aw man, that bitch she go hard I can see her with her clothes off Aw man, that bitch she go hard Eat that pussy 'till she doze off Aw man, that bitch she go hard Fuck you right, fuck you right, i fuck you right Fucking right, i spend a hundred thousand bucks tonight Real nigga, i got money and some good dick Hundred million albums sold, stil on that hood shit Fuck in the phantom, even though i got a bunch of cribs Stick and move, when it get in you make it punch your ribs Thats rico love, no picture please, this expensive dreams, and explicit screens You get the theme Aw man, that bitch she go hard Put it on me I'm like "Oh Lord" No panties, baby, no bra Aw man, that bitch she go hard I can see her with her clothes off Aw man, that bitch she go hard Eat that pussy 'till she doze off Aw man, that bitch she go hard

Bet you ain't know, you ain't know When you dozed off, I was gettin' money Yeah, I was gettin' money nigga Fuck sleep, so fuck sleep Fuck sleep, gettin' it (Turn the lights on) Uh, eyes wide open We've been up all night, I ain't even notice, fuck sleep You know the money is the motive To the morning, I be hungry every moment, Man a nigga gotta eat Cookin' up, no pyrex, if's IMAX my weight up You could check my biceps I'm puttin' for on my team, holdin' me down like Maurice I ain't in no hurry, to ain't got no worries So, ain't no rest for me now Look around and I got mo' bills than Destiny's Child Everywhere that I go, you should know the motto "My time is my money" and I always need mo' So fuck sleep Cause I got a lot of bills, and nobody gon' pay 'em, but me I keep my mind on my money, nigga I don't love these hoes Fuck sleep! Uhh, you could chill, when I stack these bills Why you think these bitches love me? Fuck sleep Bet you ain't know, you ain't know When you dozed off, I was gettin' money So fuck sleep, fuck sleep (Turn the lights on) I got her legs wide open Late night, undercover freaks so you know it's no sheets Then it's back to the work, fuck first and then the fifthteenth I'm tryna get pay day erry'week And it's tha only way to be, work hard, Cause I need soft leather on the seat See the money all the top, and all the things I breathe It's tha Californian kush, God blessed me like a sneeze I gotta keep it real, but I'm livin' in a dream If you made it from the bottom, then you just know what I mean Everything on the other side ain't always what it seems But I heard that there's some green, so I gotta go and see So fuck sleep Cause I got a lot of bills, and nobody gon' pay 'em, but me I keep my mind on my money, nigga I don't love these hoes Fuck sleep! Uhh, you could chill, when I stack these bills Why you think these bitches love me? Fuck sleep Bet you ain't know, you ain't know When you dozed off, I was gettin' money So fuck sleep, fuck sleep (Turn the lights on) In the matter of the week, I make two hunnits G's Fake niggas takin' breaks, real niggas gotta eat I told my nigga, Jah, when you get back on the streets I'mma drop a bag on 'em, put a Maybach on his feet Make millions off of beats and the melodies are sweet I keep my shades on cause I ain't slumbered in weeks I'm dippin' down a freak, I'm bustin' off like: "Blocka, blocka! " And sleep, I don't need nada, champagne is my Viagra

Lorilee, how could you do this to me Come along, took all my love for a song When a smile lights your face it's a Beautiful place See how it shines... se how it shines Lorilee, now that I've tasted your ways I could live off of your lovin' for days And when you're not around I keep missing Your sound Wish you were here Wish I was there You are life, you are Lee... my Lorilee