Video My Thoughts de Backstreet Boys 2024 Pop Lyrics

Backstreet Boys - My Thoughts Lyrics

[Intro: BSB]
Nigga tried to fuck my bitch, now his bitch in my DM's
Nigga-Nigga tried to fuck my bitch, now his bitch in my DM’s
Shit this my bus for real
I'm in the stu' now
Let’s get it

[Verse 1: BSB]
Thoughts thinking how to get it from the mud
Will I be the one to spill blood?
In my city junkies want drugs
I ain't no love with your kid, you catch a slug
I miss the rules, how they was
When the streets wasn't mixed with blood
It ain't no games, you can't lack
That's your brains [?] like my main thing
Laser was a promise ring
[?] Mariah how she sing
As I squeeze, you cream
I gotta tell 'em, "Dream"

[Verse 2: Augmatic90]
Lately, I been reminiscing
About the times I been missing
Told my baby's mom, "Listen, quit the bitching"
Before your man see the hitmen
I know it’s my fault
So every night I’m sippin'
Cognac got me trippin’
Triеd to understand my vision
The devil, yеah, I'm with him
Told the reaper, "Go and get him"
Listen to what I'm spittin'
[Verse 3: Chinx]
Lately, I been focused
Couldn’t help but notice
I became soulless
Life feelin' hopeless
No sense of fear when death approaches
Imma send your ass to hell with the rats and roaches
When death sneers, I make a sneer
I always been real, never been weird (never)
Think malicious thoughts when I scratch my beard
If it's beef, you'll get your ass seared

[Verse 4: BSB]
How to scheme, need it for the team
Everything ain't what it seems
They say it's love, I think it's hate
Timing that nigga a snake
That nigga was my bro
Shit, I thought he was
He was on the low
Nigga's dissing over a hoe
But I'm still tryin' tag a nigga toe
While I'm still ducking bro
Still waitin' on them to free fro
That nigga a hundred grand
That was my mans way before my mans
Still screaming, "Free mighty, yo"
That nigga in the can (Free my man)
[Verse 5: Augmatic90]
In the stu' bent
Bars how I vent
I ain't talking Xans but how much you tryna spend
Chillin' with my mans
Gon' make the chamber spin
We keep it real, that's why we win
Sippin' on the Henny
Bitches, yeah, I got plenty
You thought I was stressin'
But I'm counting up my blessings
Hell on Earth
Shooter be killed first
Dope his devein and the pain no longer hurts
Sick as death
Contagious if you inhale my breath
Keep one eye opened
And remember, sleep is the cousin of death
Live foul
Talk out loud
Fuck, show 'em respect

[Outro: Augmatic90]
God made ears to hear
A mouth to speak
And a heart to fear
Eyes to see
A nose to breathe
So Imma talk my grip
Listen to me, myself, and I don't see shit