ogfbs – Carrots Lyrics

Carrots Lyrics

I guess I’ll take the trash out, throw me in a bag
Airing out your laundry, cleaning up my act
I thought you forgot me, you left on the gas
Now I’m blowing up and you wonder where I’m at

Am I still creative? Am I just reactive?
I be running anagrams, I’m becoming batshit
Crazy, lately
I’m just staying active
I was blacking out, I was pissing on my mattress

Yeah, I’m laughing now, but it’s hard to break the habit
I keep falling down, I be chilling with the rabbits
Posted in the cuts, looking at the carats
Diamonds in the rough, I don’t think it’s fair, but
You said that we’re done

Funny how you care ’til you’re not having fun
You just fucking glare like you got too much sun
I just let them stairway, Heaven turned around
I look like fucking hеll, so you [Keep me underground]

Chorus 

And the diamonds on my wrist arе carrots on a stick
‘Cause I wanna get rich
‘Cause I’ll never be fixed
You saw it, so you dipped
And I don’t blame you a bit
And the diamonds on my wrist are carrots on a stick
‘Cause I wanna get rich
‘Cause I’ll never be fixed
You saw it, so you dipped
And I don’t blame you a bit
Running out of chances every time I take a shot
I used to say forever, but I guess that you forgot
I’ma lock down ten in this rocked-out watch
In the droptop, cruising past your spot
You crossed my mind a lot
Remember when you told me I should stop?
That the fast life’s getting kinda hot?
Will you hold me down or not?
Will you hold me down or not?
‘Cause I feel like we never really talk
Treated you good, got you all that you wanted
All of that shit, you on Instagram flaunting
Took all my love and cashed every deposit
Then dipped after telling me, “Baby, you’re haunted”
Stuck in my brain like I got it on camera
Took out your pain on my heart with a hammer
Now I stay dropping them blues in a Fanta
While I’m switching lanes in a new Panamera
Sliding down Beverly, lean in the whip
Missing the way you would ride on this dick
Facing the pain when you turned to a bitch
And took aim at my soul and then emptied the clip
Baby, I’m rich and I’m just getting richer
Balmain my feet, now my wrist needs a Richard
Yeah, I’m a mess, but I don’t need a fixer
So don’t hit me up ’cause I’m never gon’ miss ya

Chorus 

And the diamonds on my wrist are carrots on a stick
‘Cause I wanna get rich
‘Cause I’ll never be fixed
You saw it, so you dipped
And I don’t blame you a bit
And the diamonds on my wrist are carrots on a stick
‘Cause I wanna get rich
‘Cause I’ll never be fixed
You saw it, so you dipped
And I don’t blame you a bit

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