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Crumb Video (MV)




Performed By: Nams Homeless
Length: 2:09
Written by: NaQuan Reed-Leftridge




Nams Homeless - Crumb Lyrics




Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah
F*ck
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah

Momma dying
And I can barley
Take me a second
Just to
Feel the emotion
Shit I probably don't wanna
Don't wanna
Scarfing down liters of marijuana
Like I'm trying to heal a whole
In my stomach
Shit a make a nigga vomit
Yeah Yeah
Like theres been some sort of disconnect
Dealing with the stress
Fourteen months on the album
Still slaving at the shop
Selling java nigga
Everyday is just
Less of a gift
Like sex from ya ex bitch
It's the same shit we been thru
Show a nigga yo respects
F*ck being next
Not a puppet working
Harder just to get to a title spot
My niggas on they job
So I don't ever really see em lot
Lonley ass stoner
Wasting youth
In the parking lot
And thats my own get away
Talk about a place away from home
Only tell it how I know
So if you ever pick a hint of the pain
Just know that shit gold
Have a nigga sell his soul
Just to see another day
Cause it's only in the cold
When the flow bout
Blacker than the snow
When we riding through the city
Keep the shit real gritty
Cause my nigga still away
Still away
Yeah yeah yeah
And it's all ways been the same
It's all the same shit
It's all the same
It's all the same
It's the same shit
It's All the same
Yeah yeah yeah
And I realized
Death in they eyes
In they eyes
Yeah I realize
I'm a flip the winona
Smoking marijuana
All up on the corner
Give a f*ck bout how you doing
Nigga check the flowda
Been hidden in this bitch
For a minute
Nigga check up on us
Awe F*ck
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Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah
F*ck
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah

Momma dying
And I can barley
Take me a second
Just to
Feel the emotion
Shit I probably don't wanna
Don't wanna
Scarfing down liters of marijuana
Like I'm trying to heal a whole
In my stomach
Shit a make a nigga vomit
Yeah Yeah
Like theres been some sort of disconnect
Dealing with the stress
Fourteen months on the album
Still slaving at the shop
Selling java nigga
Everyday is just
Less of a gift
Like sex from ya ex bitch
It's the same shit we been thru
Show a nigga yo respects
F*ck being next
Not a puppet working
Harder just to get to a title spot
My niggas on they job
So I don't ever really see em lot
Lonley ass stoner
Wasting youth
In the parking lot
And thats my own get away
Talk about a place away from home
Only tell it how I know
So if you ever pick a hint of the pain
Just know that shit gold
Have a nigga sell his soul
Just to see another day
Cause it's only in the cold
When the flow bout
Blacker than the snow
When we riding through the city
Keep the shit real gritty
Cause my nigga still away
Still away
Yeah yeah yeah
And it's all ways been the same
It's all the same shit
It's all the same
It's all the same
It's the same shit
It's All the same
Yeah yeah yeah
And I realized
Death in they eyes
In they eyes
Yeah I realize
I'm a flip the winona
Smoking marijuana
All up on the corner
Give a f*ck bout how you doing
Nigga check the flowda
Been hidden in this bitch
For a minute
Nigga check up on us
Awe F*ck
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Writer: NaQuan Reed-Leftridge
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