| Song | Not Enough Words |
| Artist | Action Bronson |
| Album | Well Done |
| [Verse 1]Book a ticket to the tropics cause | |
| I’m through with all the shit | |
| That I’m living every day, in the mirror saying why me? | |
| Hide my eyes cause | |
| I’m sicken with the image | |
| Of using marijuana, simply vintage for the time being | |
| My skills said it's very serious, in fact | |
| Spit a wild rap, carve a steak right off the cow’s back | |
| Throw it on the grill, | |
| I’m cooking in the stew | |
| Same shit that’s on the grill gave me leather for the boot | |
| If they make me take the stand then | |
| I’m lying through my teeth though | |
| Ask to swear to | |
| God but in that | |
| I don’t believe though | |
| My man Stevie | |
| Mo playing safety for | |
| ToledoHustle 'til my fingers staying cheesy like a cheeto | |
| Shorty on the bed pleasuring my pee pee | |
| Smart crew | |
| TCN, lyrical graffiti | |
| Drug roll precise, like a hooker with the dice | |
| Butcher with the knife, you get tooken for your life | |
| So much to say it’s so little time and shitty | |
| Killer Queens the borough, | |
| New York be the city | |
| Coming crazy out your mouth will get your split up like a philly | |
| Running through the maze like | |
| I'm Willie, you gotta feel me[Hook] | |
| I’m moving forward cause nothing’s gonna be the same | |
| Eyes blurry from the smoke, | |
| I can’t see the lane | |
| Swerving heavy, bottle in my lap | |
| I’m looking for a problem so | |
| I’m modeling the gat | |
| Somebody save me, cause | |
| I don’t wanna go to jail | |
| I’d rather be up in the mansion for the polo sale | |
| But I’m here, stuck inside my thoughts | |
| I’m tryna have a bag of money stuffed inside my shorts[Verse 2] | |
| My life is like a movie, blizzard with the shottie | |
| Hookah house on (?) | |
| Chilling in the lobby | |
| Yes I'm living gnarly, the 40 ounce of | |
| BarleyOpen up cigars and fill them with a bunch of | |
| MarleyDouble cup (?) | |
| Ginger ale and mix glasses, your style is piss mothafucka | |
| Time to flip the mattress, kick it swift as | |
| CassiusMy mind is stronger than | |
| Mariusz Pudzianowski | |
| Obvious to see | |
| I'm a star straight off the couch | |
| You rapping with a blouse, you get slapped up side the mouth | |
| By the Zangief look-a-like, | |
| Bronson always cooking right | |
| Spray the vinegar to tighten up a yummy | |
| Smoking got me squinting like the sky is high and sunny | |
| Attachment on the nozzle make the iron fire funny | |
| Never stop until my body diving in a pile of money[Hook][Verse 3] | |
| I’m already smoking like a gunshot | |
| You know the fuzzy light green, call it | |
| Dunlop, flow nun's twat | |
| Many hours, one man standing, one spot | |
| From the morning to the mothafucking sun drop | |
| Cause I’m one with the | |
| Earth, eyes red | |
| Mothafucka | |
| I’ve been blunted since birth, age 9 | |
| Mom deuce kept the gun in the purse, next to the hair spray | |
| Fuck tomorrow, money coming in the way[Hook] |
| Verse 1 Book a ticket to the tropics cause | |
| I' m through with all the shit | |
| That I' m living every day, in the mirror saying why me? | |
| Hide my eyes cause | |
| I' m sicken with the image | |
| Of using marijuana, simply vintage for the time being | |
| My skills said it' s very serious, in fact | |
| Spit a wild rap, carve a steak right off the cow' s back | |
| Throw it on the grill, | |
| I' m cooking in the stew | |
| Same shit that' s on the grill gave me leather for the boot | |
| If they make me take the stand then | |
| I' m lying through my teeth though | |
| Ask to swear to | |
| God but in that | |
| I don' t believe though | |
| My man Stevie | |
| Mo playing safety for | |
| ToledoHustle ' til my fingers staying cheesy like a cheeto | |
| Shorty on the bed pleasuring my pee pee | |
| Smart crew | |
| TCN, lyrical graffiti | |
| Drug roll precise, like a hooker with the dice | |
| Butcher with the knife, you get tooken for your life | |
| So much to say it' s so little time and shitty | |
| Killer Queens the borough, | |
| New York be the city | |
| Coming crazy out your mouth will get your split up like a philly | |
| Running through the maze like | |
| I' m Willie, you gotta feel me Hook | |
| I' m moving forward cause nothing' s gonna be the same | |
| Eyes blurry from the smoke, | |
| I can' t see the lane | |
| Swerving heavy, bottle in my lap | |
| I' m looking for a problem so | |
| I' m modeling the gat | |
| Somebody save me, cause | |
| I don' t wanna go to jail | |
| I' d rather be up in the mansion for the polo sale | |
| But I' m here, stuck inside my thoughts | |
| I' m tryna have a bag of money stuffed inside my shorts Verse 2 | |
| My life is like a movie, blizzard with the shottie | |
| Hookah house on ? | |
| Chilling in the lobby | |
| Yes I' m living gnarly, the 40 ounce of | |
| BarleyOpen up cigars and fill them with a bunch of | |
| MarleyDouble cup ? | |
| Ginger ale and mix glasses, your style is piss mothafucka | |
| Time to flip the mattress, kick it swift as | |
| CassiusMy mind is stronger than | |
| Mariusz Pudzianowski | |
| Obvious to see | |
| I' m a star straight off the couch | |
| You rapping with a blouse, you get slapped up side the mouth | |
| By the Zangief lookalike, | |
| Bronson always cooking right | |
| Spray the vinegar to tighten up a yummy | |
| Smoking got me squinting like the sky is high and sunny | |
| Attachment on the nozzle make the iron fire funny | |
| Never stop until my body diving in a pile of money Hook Verse 3 | |
| I' m already smoking like a gunshot | |
| You know the fuzzy light green, call it | |
| Dunlop, flow nun' s twat | |
| Many hours, one man standing, one spot | |
| From the morning to the mothafucking sun drop | |
| Cause I' m one with the | |
| Earth, eyes red | |
| Mothafucka | |
| I' ve been blunted since birth, age 9 | |
| Mom deuce kept the gun in the purse, next to the hair spray | |
| Fuck tomorrow, money coming in the way Hook |