Ryan Oakes - Preach Lyrics




Why would I be mad?
Making money while I'm sleeping
Why would I be mad?
They been paying me for breathing
Why would I be mad?
A couple thousand just for speaking
Why would I be mad?
I swear they love it when I'm preaching
Shut up let me preach

Finally got a taste of all that success
But it never gave the feeling of comfort
Everybody trine throw me that shade
I'm shining too bright they getting that sunburn
Ya'll better get my name out of your mouth
I'm like a mirror when you screaming doubt
You talk about you when you screaming out loud
I really think that it's time you leave the couch
Get some fresh air, grow some balls some chest hair
Quit bitching upset scared, I'm really not trine beat your ass
With a desk chair, I can if you really wanna get there, but
That's what you want, I don't provide it
I'm still getting hotter I feel like the climate
I know I been quiet I'm moving in silence
So I'm never running out of diamonds ye

Why would I be mad?
Making money while I'm sleeping
Why would I be mad?
They been paying me for breathing
Why would I be mad?
A couple thousand just for speaking
Why would I be mad?
I swear they love it when I'm preaching
Shut up let me preach

Everybody hating me but I don't care
Man I'm only focused trine get rich
Working so hard that I literally lost my hair
Then I went and still upgraded my bitch (bitch)
Figured I would take that shot it went swish (swish)
Triggering the hate I've got to get rich (rich)
Literally great its hot when I spit (spit)
Can't nobody say I'm not the next hit (hit)
When it comes down to all of my streams
I made me a hunnid bands like Coachella
No you can't cook up with my crew
I'ma be extracting you like vanilla
Swear to god I'm finally taking my rain
You mother fuckers better get an umbrella
You too much of a bitch to fit in those shoes
If I were you I'd go try cinderellas, hoe

Why would I be mad?
Making money while I'm sleeping
Why would I be mad?
They been paying me for breathing
Why would I be mad?
A couple thousand just for speaking
Why would I be mad?
I swear they love it when I'm preaching
Shut up let me preach

These kids don't get it man
Your a loser, your a loser, your a loser, your a loser
Shut up let me preach





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