Lyrics:
soul like Smokey and the Miracles
Grimy and lyrical—you want it? Here it go
We be in spots where bitch niggas fear to go
Abrasive, still smack faces
I just laugh at yo' face
Blow a stack on David, 'cause I'ma pyro
Maniac from carriage, wit' the Rolls Gold
I was told by the O.G.'s like my Pops
for a customer got it by the flock or you can get it by the bundle bruh
Cash like the winter time rain on me
Everyday something new not the same ol G
only your smile can dry the tears off my face
I'm wishing you missin' me too it's been ages
It got me flippin' no I never skip pages
That got me singing
It's been a long time
Since I looked in your eyes
It's been a long time
I hope you're doing fine
It's been a long time since
You were by my side
I'll
Grabs him by his ears
Dragging and screaming
Through olive glass
What was it?
What of it?
I'm looking through the dark
His red fingers flutter
By
you, are you gone gone?
Down by the ocean it was so dismal,
Women all standing with shock on their faces.
Sad description, oh I was looking for you.
I went looking for someone I couldn't find
Staring at faces by the Serpentine
Walking slowly, I realised
You'd been and gone, I know you lied
a mantle of red scarlet
With golden flowers and fringes fine
Saying if you will be my lover so true
This goodly gift it shall be thine
She showed me
right by you
Maybe it's because you are so insecure
Maybe your plain don't care
Maybe it's the chase that really gets me off
I fall so when it's
another stone for you and I
cnd so the Rasta a leave home
Red, red, gold and green them save!
Red, red, gold and green them save!
Standing low, challenge
children, chasin' red cents
Tasted birthday cake, want to vote?
Invade with dead cents
From hemp scented bar parking lots where justice don't chill
To money
Wake your punk ass up (what time is it?)
Tired as fuck just woke up what's goin' on?
Gun Clapper 3 yelling sound thee alarm
This ain't no drill move
it "justice"
"Gucci how you feel?" I'm so
Tired of the fuck shit
Look me in my face, If you wanna know, yeah
Yeah i'll take you to a place
I know you
still made a play for the team
(Uh, huh) we're the face of the league
We run it back, run it back, run it back
Run it back and repeat it ain't no way
No
You got crazy legs, you got amazing head
You got rings on your fingers and your hair's hot red
You got wit from my tongue, name on the sun
I
many rooms, she got a dot on her forehead
Face turnin' red from grabbin' them ankles
Fuck and get up is how I do them stank-hoes
You should hear how
Givin' up all around me
Faces full a' pain
I can't play my music
They say my music's too loud
I kept talkin about it
I got the big run around
Givin' up all around me
Faces full a' pain
I can't play my music
They say my music's too loud
I kept talkin about it
I got the big run around
You got crazy legs, you got amazing head
You got rings on your fingers and your hair's hot red
You got wit from my tongue, name on the sun
I
She comes from Boston
Works at the jewelry store
Down in the harbor
Where the ferries come to shore
She never really knew how good it would feel
fake it
Y'just fake it
So fake it for longer
I get by, on nothing
Nothing and I
I get by, on nothing
Nothing and I
And I can't face myself much
be when i blow
I got orange, and white, and red, bloody nose
And its dripping off my septum oh no
And I wonder where the fuck the drugs go
Did I take
Low)
Facin' 'Woods by myself, it's an eighth
Though (It's an eighth, though)
Niggas tryna tag along, ain't no space
Though (Ain't no space)
She can't
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