YBK Chrispy - Stuck Lyrics

Brody rolling off the gas in his room all alone
And he only seeing red but he's loving the blue
Gave it everything he had but he still couldn't move
Cause he's too f*cked up in the head he don't know what to do
Every time another lie, what's the lie or the truth
Every time you wanna ride, I'll been riding with you
Only time I wanna lie is if I'm lying with you
The only time I wanna die is if I'm dying with you
I'm just hoping you forgive me for my sins I repent
If I'm talking about the rubber, it's the rubber on all my bands
All you talk about is money, man, that shit never ends
Cause I'm depressed if I'm depressed, I'd rather be in a Benz
All the shit you probably talking about with all of your friends
I don't really give a f*ck about cause bitch I'm the man
Brody calling telling me to slide, tell him pick me up
Probably spark a blunt before I ride just to pick me up
She telling me I smoke too much, too much
I've been rolling off the gas, too stuck, too stuck
Puffing and I don't past, I don't give no f*cks
Never down, better bitch, too up, too up
F*cked with you, bitch, I used to f*ck with you
Now you riding around with a clown, I can't f*ck with you ohh
Trusted you bitch I put my trust in you
Now you riding around with a clown, I can't f*ck with you ohh
I ain't got no time for no lies bitch
Fell in love with fly shit, yeah I'm talking high shit
They love the design on my body so I pop shit
I really been tripping off the Roxy in the cockpit
Telling me you better bitch stop it, stop it
Telling me you better bitch stop it, stop it
Bitch, you better stop it
Telling me you better bitch stop it, stop it
Brody rolling off the gas in his room all alone
And he only seeing red but he's loving the blue
Gave it everything he had but he still couldn't move
Cause he's too f*cked up in the head he don't know what to do
Every time another lie, what's the lie or the truth
Every time you wanna ride, I'll been riding with you
Only time I wanna lie is if I'm lying with you
The only time I wanna die is if I'm dying with you
I'm just hoping you forgive me for my sins I repent
If I'm talking about the rubber, it's the rubber on all my bands
All you talk about is money, man that shit never ends
Cause I'm depressed if I'm depressed, I'd rather be in a Benz
All the shit you probably talking about with all of your friends
I don't really give a f*ck about cause bitch I'm the man
Brody calling telling me to slide, tell him pick me up
Probably spark a blunt before I ride just to pick me up