Lyrics:
it
Get started, get stupid
You'll want me body people will walk you through it
Step by step, like an infant new kid
Inch by inch with the new
and run away
'cause I don't care
It is all I can say
I KEEP ON LOSING YOU
AND FINDING YOU
Take me upstairs and
Into your arms
Do not be deceived by my
Franklin, ain't the end, I was here when it begin
See if ya ridin' davin rims, celebrate by lettin' em' spin
I bought some new ones in, to replace the older
To the sell-outs, livin it up
One way or another you'll be givin it up, huh
I guess cause I'm black born
I'm supposed to say peace, sing songs
And get capped on
But
Y'all niggas scared by a dog, I got my fo'-fo' for y'all
It's like a hot, heated day homie, warfare don't play homie
Better be prepared than try to dunk
the anger bubble
These streets can bring mad danger and trouble
And I can do bad all by myself
Do me a favor - don't be concerned about my wealth
If
fade was a Caesar
you try to diss I'ma get destuctive
walk in with a bubble man I'm gonna bust it
one by one wack dancers I'm callin' off
yo Play see
Yeah
Y'all know how this goes down
Doin it funky!
Uh-huh, that's somethin' for the DJ's to cut up
They know (funky!)
Okay, break it down
inclined with mine
Started to grind and grind and grind DJ why did you play my favourite song
Eyes shut you lead
In a bubble that's how we do
No trouble we
tell me no sky’s the limit
Cause when it’s fourth and inches that’s when you supposed to get it
When you get the chance you surround yourself by
Going on a shopping spree,
maybe drink some bubble tea
(we're so carefree)
Like a video game
Through it may seem lame
I'll be with you to the end
sitting by the
Hearth sipping eggnog and tequila
(Silver bells) your feet up on a burning log
(It's Christmas time in the city)
Realizing that Uncle Walt
mixtape DJ's who
Supposed to know better time for some action
Against the whippings of mass distraction
Who's your hero?
Living in a bubble for most of my life
Been staying out of trouble by telling these lies
Like saying I'm fine when it's far from the truth
Cause what
got it back
I treat this music like trapping and push it by the pack
Ain't tryna lose, so I'm focused to keep my shit in tact
Aye, that rejection was
[Chorus x2]
You throw Rose by the case [?]
Three hundred dollar jewellery [?] we [?] by the cases.
You define my case, Gucci is got no laces
It's
bubble but its bubbling in me man
It's just facetious
The kids are getting pregnant and the watermelons seedless
I don't believe this
They can't even tie
I got a message in a bottle
Wrote up real nice like
It read retire, and I mean by tonight, tonight
They must've drank out that bottle, so
you know it.
I'm gonna let you know it. (you know what
y'all can never get at me)
Now battle
<DJ scratches " too Quick" 'til end>
the flesh
[all three] With master four he doesn't rhyme but he can cut it up fresh
He's the DJ, he's Easylee
Give him a play, cause he cuts for the Three
on the hive till the Douyin AI all decide to forget about it
What you even knew
Paralyzed by the state of the scroll
Now it's 12:44, sunsetted and assume
11
the hall
But never got in trouble in school, but the trouble was
It was cool if your brain was just another bubble
As long as he could score fiddy-two
My car seat's softer than a bubble in a spoon
Midnight early morn even afternoon
That antidote pipe dope
Looking for a perfect beat get it now never
And get it by any means
How the judge gon' judge us when
This is all that we seen?
This is all that we know
Eviction note at the door
So we pray like we
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