Eryn Martin - Ball

〈chorus〉
Don't ball, but i sleep at night
Demons in it for the wrong and they're lying
I don't want a jewel or a diamond
Give me something more, i need rocks if we're mining
Don't ball, but i sleep at night
Something wakes me up in the morning
Something 'bout the sweet sweet smell of marijuana leaves
Miss me with the money bag, not the tree


〈verse 1〉
Sorry to my mom, sorry to my dad
Wish i could come home with the money bags
I know i'm the only one here not at work
I don't get paid every week, but i work
Sorry to my mom, sorry to my dad
Wish i could come home with the money bags
E-dawg in the building, i'ma break thе ceiling
I don't think you feel me, am i too overwhеlming?

〈chorus〉
Don't ball, but i sleep at night
Demons in it for the wrong and they're lying
I don't want a jewel or a diamond
Give me something more, i need rocks if we're mining
Don't ball, but i sleep at night
Something wakes me up in the morning
Something 'bout the sweet sweet smell of marijuana leaves
Miss me with the money bag, not the tree

〈verse 2〉
Maserati, no speed race
No thotties up this way
That bitch, she fake
That bitch, erase
No bull this my fourth flow
I want a menage on my torso
I don't want no broads in my court hoe
You need something more than your asshole
You ain't nothing more than a back door art
You ain't nothing more than the pills on your floor

〈chorus〉
Don't ball, but i sleep at night
Demons in it for the wrong and they're lying
I don't want a jewel, or a watch, or a diamond
Give me something more if we're dying
Don't ball, but i sleep at night
Something wakes me up in the morning
Something about the sweet sweet smell of marijuana leaves
Miss me with the money bag, not the tree

〈verse 3〉
Pop a bottle, have a drink in the night
Got that - in my lap when we're sliding
Do i want to have a ball? yeah, i think i might
It all depends on the timing
Bad chicks been saving up, taking every dollar to the last cent
I need every comma baby maybe we should make that peasant life a past tense
She wanna be fast, do molly since you asked it
Fast forward, ball rolling, keep the motion
Needles on my dashboard shaking on big numbers, ricky bobby how i smash boards
Skrt skrt skrt skrt skrt shake and bake, no 〈.?.〉
Trust me i got cash stored
She won't hurt my feels, won't get my ass sore
A nigga like me never butthurt
In fact, i'm anything but hurt (hmph)

〈chorus〉
Don't ball, but i sleep at night
Demons in it for the wrong and they're lying
I don't want a jewel or a diamond
Give me something more, i need rocks if we're mining
Don't ball, but i sleep at night
Something wakes me up in the morning
Something 'bout the sweet sweet smell of marijuana leaves
Miss me with the money bag, not the tree
Miss me with the money bag, not the trees
Miss me with the money bag, not the trees

Eryn Martin is a 24 year old singer and songwriter from Brampton, Ontario, Canada.