Bussdown Lyrics – Jorja Smith & Shaybo

Bussdown Lyrics by Jorja Smith & Shaybo

The top down ’cause she worked hard for it
But blacked out, so they won’t see her in it
Bussdown, baby, ain’t tired of this
Diamonds, baby boy, all of them

Guess nothing, she just goes runnin’
Bussdown, baby, ain’t tired of this
Run it, run it now, you wanna head out
The flight leaves at noon, night

Just wanna [?], just dropped them two bars
They want another, now you’re askin’ for too much, uh
All that you like
Don’t have to pay about the parties at midnight

She wants an ounce of that, feel sober to feel nice
But she can’t handle that, it comes with a small price, yeah
Yeah, I give, I give, I give, you take
Been keepin’ track like I’m a train

Even with trip, I’m feelin’ drainеd
It’s getting long here, likе braids
Two sides, either really rude or too nice
So before it goes left, you better move right

The top down ’cause she worked hard for it
But blacked out, so they won’t see her in it
Bussdown, baby, ain’t tired of this
Diamonds, baby boy, all of them

Guess nothing, she just goes runnin’
Bussdown, baby, ain’t tired of this
I give, I give, I give again
Show me the play if it’s a game

If there’s no point, then what’s the aim
It’s like you’re eatin’ off my name
Again, again, the price of fame is really costin’ me
Spend again, again, nothing in this life comes for free

They fear that talk is cheap for the more is free
If I go broke today, will you stay or leave
I felt so hustled deep, wear my heart upon my sleeve
Every word you say, I believe, so just call me mislead

The top down ’cause she worked hard for it
But blacked out, so they won’t see her in it
Bussdown, baby, ain’t tired of this
Diamonds, baby boy, all of them

Guess nothing, she just goes runnin’
Bussdown, baby, ain’t tired of this
Bussdown, bussdown, bussdown, bussdown baby
Come ’round, come ’round, come ’round, come ’round [?]

Been up and down, up and down lately
They’re gonna miss my need, miss my need
So trust any man and anybody, and anybody
Now they fear a b#tch like me, ’cause after, b#tch, I bleed

I told you to be careful of me, careful homie
They call me [?]
I’ve been chosed on the wall that got me
They never really had to come f#ck with me

Be real with me
You got to be careful of me, careful honey
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Jorja Smith & Shaybo Lyrics – Bussdown

Jorja Smith & Shaybo

Bussdown