Testo Fingertips

I've got calluses on my fingertips, my life flashing in images
Eyes up to the sky, thinking 'bout you, I hope that you're feeling this
Used to care about imagin', being homies with middle men
One day I woke up and realised that they living off of my diligence
Starboy go on Michelin, but I can't win till I triple it
Some days I self sabotage, so I can't tell who the villain is
Heartfelt, considerate, back then selfish, ignorant
Took getting a couple knocks around to truly know what the feelin' is One day I'll be laughing driving a Rexy out of the dеalership
But right now I'm money hungry, starving, cooking thesе dinners in
Squares ain't in my circle, they can try, but they ain't fitting in
Said we best mates in the night, that's how I know how full of shit he is
I've started about a hundred songs, but I know that I'm gon' finish this
If I don't drop an album soon, it's gonna get ridiculous
Calendar looking limitless, but for now, it's empty
If I don't get out of bed, I'll be depressed till someone texts me


Yeah, sit back and I picture my life visually
Some of my favorite winners now don't look like winners to me
I'd love to have me a million dollars, give it to me
But that ain't worth a cent if there's no one to split it with me
Yeah, I don't know why she like me, must be the chemistry
I'm a masochist and I get depressed when nothing's stressing me
Back then, thought I'd be a footballer, but it wasn't meant to be
I wear this shit 'cause I like it, they wear what they saw on Central Cee
Old mate done me dirty, think I'm dumb, tryna message me
That SMS get left on read like, "L.O.L., S.M.D."
Wake up at 6 a.m., do me, then I crash at three
Back then I've saved for months for kicks, nowadays, I get them free
Every night it's nightmares till I'm livin' my dreams
Touchdown, I been missing my squeeze, like, babes, I'm missing a stick in my jeans
She said, "Why you thinking of money? You should have been thinking of me"
But she looked like I just won the lottery, one and the same, literally

Yeah, sit back and I picture my life visually
Some of my favourite winners now don't look like winners to me
I'd love to have me a million dollars, give it to me
But that ain't worth a cent if there's no one to split it with me
Yeah, sit back and I picture my life visually
Some of my favourite winners now don't look like winners to me
I'd love to have me a million dollars, give it to me
But that ain't worth a cent if there's no one to split it with me