How much time is wasted
Constant dodging conversations
Full of pain
I swear I'm okay
And these reflections
Always blurry
Always feel the need to hurry
And run away
You think I'm okay
Doubt it
Doubt it
There's a bunch of days it looks like I'm cooling but I be bugging
Working cardio to keep up with my mind that's running
This hoodie's not a statement just tryna stay steady ducking
But I can make a lot out of nothing my guy that's nothing
What's the assumption
Another mother f*cker fronting heavy on the bluffing
Never getting credit
It's obvious that their egos have never even been to sleep let alone to heaven
And I do about forty seven in a fifty five
Cruise enabled people be honking, but f*ck it I'm getting high
Never criticizing my drive (f*ck you)
What's funny is that is the same way I vibe
And the same way I hide
Rarely making an appearance
I'm in an out on errands
Ain't got no time for the Karen's
My speakers and headphones blaring
Oblivious to the bullshit
Avoidance to the fullest
Promise I'm a do this
Don't even got a full list
How much time is wasted
Constant dodging conversations
Full of pain
I swear I'm okay
And these reflections
Always blurry
Always feel the need to hurry
And run away
You think I'm okay
Doubt it
Doubt it
Can't tell how I'm feeling now
Huffed some dust I found in a bag on the ground outside Big Lots
Like how the f*ck im gon get up when they always drag me down
I need three jobs just to live in this town
So f*ck yea we sell crack
F*ck yea we abuse snap
Rutland city Trono got my WIC that's where my baby's food is at
Never pose for photos with the strap
And no you ain't gon find me on snap maps dumbass you don't know where I'm at
Man I might just pop another
All these feelings must be smothered
But I swear if a another dumb mo-f*cker
Judges how I look
Moves they pocket book like I'm a crook
F*ck it I'm down for the jux
I'm mobbing deep and leave you shook
No officer i don't know how much I took
I'm tripping tits wondering as a cook how long til I book
A vaca where I lay and play all day bake wedding ca- cake with my cuz like day day
Hit that bidet like hey hey
My babay bathing eating crepes
How much time is wasted
Constant dodging conversations
Full of pain
I swear I'm okay
And these reflections
Always blurry
Always feel the need to hurry
And run away
You think I'm okay
Doubt it
Doubt it
Slim Tofer x Trono - OKAY Lyrics
Slim Tofer x Trono - OKAY Lyrics
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English
How much time is wasted
Constant dodging conversations
Full of pain
I swear I'm okay
And these reflections
Always blurry
Always feel the need to hurry
And run away
You think I'm okay
Doubt it
Doubt it
There's a bunch of days it looks like I'm cooling but I be bugging
Working cardio to keep up with my mind that's running
This hoodie's not a statement just tryna stay steady ducking
But I can make a lot out of nothing my guy that's nothing
What's the assumption
Another mother f*cker fronting heavy on the bluffing
Never getting credit
It's obvious that their egos have never even been to sleep let alone to heaven
And I do about forty seven in a fifty five
Cruise enabled people be honking, but f*ck it I'm getting high
Never criticizing my drive (f*ck you)
What's funny is that is the same way I vibe
And the same way I hide
Rarely making an appearance
I'm in an out on errands
Ain't got no time for the Karen's
My speakers and headphones blaring
Oblivious to the bullshit
Avoidance to the fullest
Promise I'm a do this
Don't even got a full list
How much time is wasted
Constant dodging conversations
Full of pain
I swear I'm okay
And these reflections
Always blurry
Always feel the need to hurry
And run away
You think I'm okay
Doubt it
Doubt it
Can't tell how I'm feeling now
Huffed some dust I found in a bag on the ground outside Big Lots
Like how the f*ck im gon get up when they always drag me down
I need three jobs just to live in this town
So f*ck yea we sell crack
F*ck yea we abuse snap
Rutland city Trono got my WIC that's where my baby's food is at
Never pose for photos with the strap
And no you ain't gon find me on snap maps dumbass you don't know where I'm at
Man I might just pop another
All these feelings must be smothered
But I swear if a another dumb mo-f*cker
Judges how I look
Moves they pocket book like I'm a crook
F*ck it I'm down for the jux
I'm mobbing deep and leave you shook
No officer i don't know how much I took
I'm tripping tits wondering as a cook how long til I book
A vaca where I lay and play all day bake wedding ca- cake with my cuz like day day
Hit that bidet like hey hey
My babay bathing eating crepes
How much time is wasted
Constant dodging conversations
Full of pain
I swear I'm okay
And these reflections
Always blurry
Always feel the need to hurry
And run away
You think I'm okay
Doubt it
Doubt it
Constant dodging conversations
Full of pain
I swear I'm okay
And these reflections
Always blurry
Always feel the need to hurry
And run away
You think I'm okay
Doubt it
Doubt it
There's a bunch of days it looks like I'm cooling but I be bugging
Working cardio to keep up with my mind that's running
This hoodie's not a statement just tryna stay steady ducking
But I can make a lot out of nothing my guy that's nothing
What's the assumption
Another mother f*cker fronting heavy on the bluffing
Never getting credit
It's obvious that their egos have never even been to sleep let alone to heaven
And I do about forty seven in a fifty five
Cruise enabled people be honking, but f*ck it I'm getting high
Never criticizing my drive (f*ck you)
What's funny is that is the same way I vibe
And the same way I hide
Rarely making an appearance
I'm in an out on errands
Ain't got no time for the Karen's
My speakers and headphones blaring
Oblivious to the bullshit
Avoidance to the fullest
Promise I'm a do this
Don't even got a full list
How much time is wasted
Constant dodging conversations
Full of pain
I swear I'm okay
And these reflections
Always blurry
Always feel the need to hurry
And run away
You think I'm okay
Doubt it
Doubt it
Can't tell how I'm feeling now
Huffed some dust I found in a bag on the ground outside Big Lots
Like how the f*ck im gon get up when they always drag me down
I need three jobs just to live in this town
So f*ck yea we sell crack
F*ck yea we abuse snap
Rutland city Trono got my WIC that's where my baby's food is at
Never pose for photos with the strap
And no you ain't gon find me on snap maps dumbass you don't know where I'm at
Man I might just pop another
All these feelings must be smothered
But I swear if a another dumb mo-f*cker
Judges how I look
Moves they pocket book like I'm a crook
F*ck it I'm down for the jux
I'm mobbing deep and leave you shook
No officer i don't know how much I took
I'm tripping tits wondering as a cook how long til I book
A vaca where I lay and play all day bake wedding ca- cake with my cuz like day day
Hit that bidet like hey hey
My babay bathing eating crepes
How much time is wasted
Constant dodging conversations
Full of pain
I swear I'm okay
And these reflections
Always blurry
Always feel the need to hurry
And run away
You think I'm okay
Doubt it
Doubt it
Writer: Christopher Ellis, Joe Trono
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Slim Tofer x Trono
Language: English
Length: 4:10
Written by: Christopher Ellis, Joe Trono