Jazz Cartier • Opera song lyrics

All this money and my feelings still don't get hurt

I'm a lifeguard among all you wave riders

I like being the bad guy

If that's what it is, then so be it

You tellin' too many tales, too many tales

That shit is getting so old

Your story is getting so stale

You tellin' too many tales, too many tales

That shit is getting so old

Your story is getting so stale

You tellin' too many tales, too many tales

That shit is getting so old

Your story is getting so stale

I sleep on my bands, I sleep on my bands in case I might need them for bail

I'm not one for saying goodbyes, cuz you know I'm gon' see you in hell

I am that nigga that never need nobody, I don't need nobody's help

Niggas can pop on they own, they know I can get it myself

I am that man of the match, I am the one with the belt

They know when I step in the building

But this ain't no saved by the bell

My bitch on a diet, my bitch on a diet

Now I'm eating kimchi and kale

Smoking my loud in my room and I don't wanna cover the smell

They pray that I give them a brake, they know that I'm giving them hell

They pray that I give them a brake but they know that I'm giving them hell

You tellin' too many tales, too many tales

That shit is getting so old

Your story is getting so stale

You tellin' too many tales, too many tales

That shit is getting so old

Your story is getting so stale

You tellin' too many tales, too many tales

That shit is getting so old

Your story is getting so stale

Niggas put pennies in wells but they never wishin' you well

And niggas ain't never in church but somehow they pray that you fail

Niggas ain't poppin' like Cuzzi, your name isn't ringing no bells

Niggas ain't bumpin' like Cuzzi, man they wouldn't feel you in braille

If I make a milli, then Lantz got a milli

You know that I'm sharing the wealth

I heard I'm a snake in the grass, I only look out for myself

It's 2001 and I sent you a letter, beware if you open the mail

You know I'm a mac, I still fuck with a chick like Adele

If only you knew what I knew, man I feel like I'm Patti LaBelle

How you gon' get mad at Beyoncé

Don't you know I can make you Michelle

You tellin' too many tales, too many tales

That shit is getting so old

Your story is getting so stale

You tellin' too many tales, too many tales

That shit is getting so old

Your story is getting so stale