Release Me (Apple Music Sessions) Lyrics By Nasty C
Good morning
Good evening
And good afternoon
Yes, sir!
My name is Nasty C
I'm over here with my band, the C'ers
Y'feel me?
Welcome to the Apple Music Sessions, ladies and gentlemen
Now, as you guys know, I just dropped the album
It's called 'I Love it Here'
And we're about to take a deep dive into this album
So make sure you grab your headphones
Your speaker
Whatever you gotta do
And vibe out with us, y'know?
Yeah
I'm so, so guilty of not lettin' my fans see the real me
Yeah, I'm so, so guilty of lyin' about the things that I get up to on the weekly
Like callin' hoes to come please me
When I'm spendin' most of my time with the woman I love deeply
Gang-gang barely see me
I'm at the house in yesterday's fit, takin' it easy, release me
Brooklyn Nine-Nine season eight, final episode won't finish itself, bitch, release me
I'm tryna get on my grown-man shit
So 'Think and Grow Rich' is no good on the shelf, bitch, release me
I'm tryna leave this microphone wet and make my best album yet
With no regrets, bitch, release me
Yeah, I just made the meanest fried chicken in the motherfuckin' world
Let me eat, bitch, release me
Fingers lookin' greasy, hehe, aw shit!
Yessir
Ayy, call a friend, man
Call a sibling
Call the neighbours
Turn that shit up, man
Y'feel me?
I Love It Here
Ivyson shit my religion
Yeah, yeah
Allow me to reintroduce myself
If you'll allow me to be me and not reduce myself
I'm religious, I'm a geek and I'm a sucker for love
You'll never guess from how I act up when I'm up in the club
I got knives in my back
I got grudge in my blood
Anger issues
Punch the wall until my knuckles are numb
Got famous young
Wasn't ready for y'all to meet me
So don't hold me to nothin' I said before
Please release me
My old pictures circlin' the net with people l'm tryna forget
We're not friends, bitch, release me
We was cool back in the day
But then we went our separate ways
And I don't have to go in-depth, bitch, release me
I'm tryna make a business out my name, fuck a chain
I got bills up to my neck, bitch, release me
Mercedes just sent a brand new whip
And I ain't even skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr!
Yeah, that shit's lookin' squeaky
I said that shit's lookin' squeaky
****, that shit's lookin' squeaky
Yeah, aw shit!
