Lyrics:
Pull me under
I feel awake beneath your touch
Breathe you in to feel your rush
Find myself collecting blood
If you let me
I'll give you everything
If
thinking of how to get her out of that blouse
Fuck a dress hun, not unless it's your house
I get a rush, as she rubs her ass on my crutch wow
She's trouble
I remember the first day we met
I hung on every single word you said
I thought it'd be just like the books I had read
Where they fall in love
[Verse 1: Felix Red]
Life feels small on DMT
And matter falls short in shaded dreams
But with coated wings these days could live within complete
kill bro, I never look
I peep game, you peepin Toms, and I'm the Brady to you peons
And when I cook, I see red, it's like I been burning neon
And that's
the stew, smokin' weed damn near every day
But when I smoke, I'm always chillin' with Day Day
These niggas always talkin', bring the spray, nigga AK
I just
just impressed by metrics of it
Cop some chateau and day drink with a witch
A prince of Poseidon depraved
Still niggas be riding my wave
People don’t
anything, no, just a rush hour
I can't wait the end of day to pour it out
This belt is getting on my nerves, I can't stand these traffic lights
And even if
from all of this finessing
And all these drugs keep me stable when a nigga start stressing
And I keep counting money like Ben Franklin was my therapist
(I lie back) I lie back, just driftin' (driftin')
And play out these scenes (these scenes)
I ride on the rush (the rush)
All the hopes, all
from round here
So let me jot all these feelings instead of filling prescriptions
Turn the feelings to words, turn the sentence to digits
If this is for
Let me turn my
Chair around to sit
And talk with you
Voltaire Slap
Hella buzzing off the juice
Rarely leave my house
These days
Ain't got shit to do
I ask God please hold up my feathers
As I go through these trials and tests I can't dumb it down
I've got to stay clever and step with wisdom
Last
know what's amazin
The surprise we told these new guys
Flav has always been crazy
Hit london 87 like it was an invasion
Toured the world for 3 years
Hell
the stress I don't need
And fuck, life's fast, these days slowly turn into weeks
But my head's out of order, think I need repair
'Cause these songs stay stuck
then blow it up
Used to get rejected when I texted
Now these hoes is counting what I'm projected
Number one in the draft, counting cash, going hard
the line
I get this dough by any means i'm just coming for what's mine
Sometimes I look at life like there is no truth
Sipping liquor out this bottle like
Young John, she know where we come from Come from,
eat it wicked lick it up like Tom Tom
She par rum pum pum pum,
took her to my dungeon dungeon
When
made of every day - And in another way
Yeah we made of every day - Even in a maze
Blood rush an organ pulsing with these memories
Skin and hair
crazy, I picture it daily
Need you by my side as my lady, we ain't gotta rush I got patience
Let's be more than just acquaintances
She aint with me for
want in this life, that they can never have
That's what paradise is
When the day comes, and the hisab is finished
And the tests and trials
Okay I'm
Living fast
Always in a rush
I'm like a red dog mane I'm always in a rush
I'm running late for work
Late to home late to her
People absent
30 you a fool for this one
Nice than a motherfucker
Than a motherfucker
These days, niggas be polite than a motherfucker
Nice than
getting burnt
Everybody has their day, no need to rush into the hearse
I have Gods favour
My mum kept me in Church
And karma ain't a bitch
You get the life
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