Ounce (feat. Paulo Leon & Eyeda Sophia)

It’s too bad
It’s too bad
I Always want what I can’t have
So broke window shopping on the gram ad
Double tap but I can’t tap the pin pad
I’ll punch a baby in the face if it look at me the wrong way
Closest I’ll get to hits like Beyoncé
Rap satire
We the caviar
I need an ounce of merlot in backyard
Not the bottle you can keep it for yourself, in fact, look at this belt
Oh he selfish
No I sell beats
Like I’m Dwight, get it right
Perhaps an ounce of sauce on the chicken with the rice
You can do to yourself
I need an ounce of the wealth
Well
To be honest I keep taking L’s
After that I need ounce of friends
Thanks
Bye mom and dad
Sheese pass the Benz
They gave me the credit card now we back in buisss
She told me tap the card to Bypass the pin
Like shit damn this the life style
I need an ounce mmm right now
It’s too bad
It’s too bad
I Always want what I can’t have
So broke window shopping on the gram ad
Double tap but I can’t tap the pin pad
It’s too bad
It’s too bad
I Always want what I can’t have
So broke window shopping on the gram ad
Double tap but I can’t tap the pin pad
Dawg run me a quick sip
A one two waterfall just need a lil drip
Swing me dollar, just one bone chill
All I need is one more for bus fare home still
Your kicks so ill, where’d you cop those
Might reach the store and then jam next mans clothes
Checks over stripes, that’s what I like
Was almost hype beast then I checked the price
Yikes - Lord knows I could use an ounce
Put the Spritopia in the cup and bounce
Check your portions that’s the right amount
If you don’t do the Sprite first it don’t count
Wait what’s this notification
Phone call saying I just won a vacation
Damn, I wanna see the clouds
Maybe I need a ounce of the loud
It’s too bad
It’s too bad
I Always want what I can’t have
So broke window shopping on the gram ad
Double tap but I can’t tap the pin pad
Got an Oh Zee like I'm Dorthy
Feeling more free, than the morphine
Reflect off the green like a glass house
It was passed down
Cash out
Donation bin, they getting passed out
Probably, call me, off beat or not a stand out
Obviously, they can't call me, without the numbers
Follow me, Eric I be, raw as Kim, in 93
I be the runner, up
Swallow me, I'm not digestible, appendix bout 2 flex a few
Young E, sizzle like coke ZERO
Not sweet, but my round rich as De Niro
Still not hero
Still rock Apparel, that's made American
Americano, like I'm arrogant
Express-open minded thought
Express train, saying, I think I lost my spot
So now I'm standing with an ounce of energy
It's all I got
With some pocket and my pot