Lyrics:
on that shit looking for more
I said hey baby you can hop in my Honda Accord
And we can take it to me casa and strike up a chord
You tell me all about your
red like T2
I'm about to shut it down
Tell them niggas reboot
Baby I could spend it all
It ain't shit to recoupe
In the building throwing money off
before you read their critiques, oh
Check, check y'all
Check, check y'all
Yeah you ain't got to double check y'all
Shout out Flint
Got it from my momma
relationships
But we're not gon' sit down and read magazines about it
You got to feed it to us in a way where we'd accept it
Sneak it into the play-by
and share with you the realest words from my heart
I hope you're ready for this truth 'cause it's about to get dark
Yo (yo, yo, yo)
Yo (yo, yo, yo)
Yo
Spent all my dough on my linens
Lack the melanin to be embellishing
Lyrical Ritalin Hellish and riddling
What the Hell is it
Just a middle man blessed by
I see you?
But it’s all the same
When the night ends
I’m all alone again and again…
I walk alone
By the dawn it’s all the same
For each day a new
wearing
It doesn't matter what you're disguise
It's about how you wear it
It's an all-out, raw bomb-dropping thrill
Your shotguns got nothing on
My
already in debt
Pretend to get by
Now they're coming to collect
Forget about it
Come incorrect about it
They make five calls a day
They get a disconnect
And then let's go
Wanna see some paintings
Italian fresco
Made it to the Menil
Right off of fifty-nine
Ended up looking at Rothkos
Hues by Yves Klein
She
keep revolving
I slammed it shut, more than once
But you won't stop calling
Even though you know I blocked ya
You want to talk about our problems
But you
her like rooftop rumble
I'm just being honest
Her body count is like a forest
The flag is orange
Remember back in the day
When it wasn't about the name
up loose ends hang by a thread
Yesterday's news and they're not even read
You'll land a truckload of nothin' at all
You're in the eye but
All that talk about clash, that's air
Yeah, just admit it
Nobody did it like I did it
Produced my own beats, I think of my own lyrics
Could have
Spending time by myself, or with me
Winding down when my mind's a little sickly
It's wild when I'm feeling all nostalgic
Remembering the time while I vibe
gone
From here to Tucson, Taiwan, we keep it logged-on in Austin
This is the new dawn, new year, let all the bygones, be bygone
This here is my song, I'm
on his ass, I'll be sponsored by Huggins
We wipers that clean if he think about fuckin
My mama said, stop tryna fight for these niggas
They wanna do
chest already
So cry yourself a river swim whenever you're ready cause I'm betting all the venting is preventing the sun from setting
So how about
or is it you or is it only Jaded Love
Jaded Love Jaded Love
Was I betrayed by all my blindness
and the music in my reverie
Is this the price I pay for so
stacking the truth so heavily
You ain't no queen your hillary
Hilariy banks
All she's know making a million
Begging for men by mill by the trillions
By
a fuck about your face tats, we know y'all soft
People we know with face tats got them for a reason
You use them for the gang culture aesthetic, you
at will
Will I kill you
Fly will peel you off the map that's all so real
Don't you mothasuckas often wonder what to call this shit
Mmm, call it mystic
Kids say it's all about battlin', and braggin' though it's masculinity
Freestyle means diddly, and cameos provide validity [you don't freestyle]
Any
this garbage here?
Wanna cover my eyes and plug my ears
It sucks, and that's no lie
It's about as much fun as watching paint dry
Lowers my IQ one
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