Opera Lyrics - Singles - Jazz Cartier

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 

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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 

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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