Lyrics:
And then he asks me, why don't I come to his flat
And have some supper and let the evening pass by
By playing records besides a groovy hi-fi
I say yeh yeh,
Door Dash and now the cash ain't the only tip I'm givin' her
My opposition can't hold me
Ask your homie where that yellow tape is
That disrespect will
a reason to sing
And like young David used to play his harp
Presenting praise and worship in the form of an art
I selected a direction, I'm going one way
I
changing
Yeah, he does that a lot doesn't he? Umm, oh, I'm David Bowie. I live down the road
Oh!
Sir Percival lets me use his piano when he's not
those gangsters
I'm allergic to those bullets
They say Sho be a rapper or a hooper
In Golden State, I'm a warrior surrounded by those shooters
Dad
And now I'm back again, quite lyrical, to kick my bass
Energized by another plane
By logical fanatics, when trying to examine my brain
They can't beat me
They wonder how I became so wicked
By being true and staying in my lane no switching
I can do this all day I can do this all night
They ask me what I do
you
See boo, fuck them girls I would leave the world 'fore I leave you
May God say even Eve and Adam ain't have shit on these two
They wonder how we do
that ask me for money knowin' I'm in debt
And like my wife said, I still didn't say no
People tryna say I'm goin' crazy on Twitter
My friends' best
because he couldnt stop me
Iced out my soul and not my bezel
And once my soul shines bright that pain will leave from my body
I'm young david in the flesh
now we back fuckin'
Ayy, nigga-
I'm paranoid behind tint clutchin' and this bitch Russian
(Ayy, I'm Boutabag, ain't gotta ask me)
I'm just
a ghost watch it fly by
She said that I do the most I said yes mam
She can't do nothing to bring me back I'm like a dead plant
Yeah I flip the money
to David Guetta
And a nigga got a dream, but I still need Coretta
The only ratchet by my side is the old Beretta
The only time the cheese is free is
This is David Nevermind
And today's controversy is coming from yet another member
Or should I say members of the hip-hop community (ayo, tell Fab
you grew on the cob
I ain't ask these broke boys for much
Now I want nothin'
Ain't nobody comin to see you
David Ruffin
Long sleeves
Maybe mom jeans
pay no mind to their benign gestures (mm)
Nigga, please, I got my mind on much bigger things to say the least
My latest beat just sound like they was
Ville right beside me makin' sure I didn't crash or
Do something heinous 'cause I'm emotionally jabbed up
You checked every box, I thought it was it
So tell me what do you want from me
Some people say it's been too long
That's why I'm here to prove them all wrong
So why do imitators want to bit
gotta go do the dishes
And I'm letting y'all be my witness
No I will never fall, if I ever do hit the floor, I'll get on all four and just crawl
Cuz I
enough about you and me
How's my little son
Hmm, he ever ask about me
Just a little bit
Does he still like to go down by the supermarket
If I could
I can't get
And I'll never have
Dare I ask for
Certain closures
And convictions
To a lie
With such hopeless
Needs and longing
I will let you
Pass me
technically you know that's it's flagrant
I bet I'll be a star like the star of David
Y'all not even liked by the likes of David
If I got gripes with David
don't know who I am
Sometimes I question why I'm here
I just wanna be a good dad
Will I be I have no idea
They say girls shouldn't be tough
And moms
something I gotta ask you
Bud
Bud
Buddy
So let me just ask you
Come out and ask you
What do you think of you and me
Tomorrow
Just spend a little time alone in
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