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Sometimes (slowed &reverb)
by Neeko Lundy
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I don't do a sometimes
And that bih sometimes
I feel like
I should unwine
And That my smoke time
I can't see you like a skyline
You the sidelines
I'm so faded bitch and I feel
I'm on cloud nine
Boy you know I keep that loud pack
I'm high whole time
She think I'm so fine
Her friend her co-sign
I'm like a great time
Sit in space time
Counting money from the daytime
Until it's like 8,9
Ima strange kind
Ask my gang slime
I don't waste time
I just make mine
My bitch FaceTime
That's a dateline
Ain't no wait time
I'm so hot shine
Yea yea
And you do not shine
Yea yea
I'm high as airlines
Yea yea
Check my airtime
I don't spare time
I don't care kind
Good as old wine
And bitches drink
Me up at times
I'm so fucked
Up in my mind
Think I lost this bitch this time
Think I lost that bitch that's fine
I'm still walking in banks lines
Keeping my blunts tuck and confined
It's so hard tell outline
We get faded bitch moonshine
I'm just chilling bitch recline
Bitches hit me up hotline
But I don't hit em back sometimes
I don't do a sometimes
And that bih sometimes
I feel like
I should unwine
And That my smoke time
I can't see you like a skyline
You the sidelines
I'm so faded bitch and I feel
I'm on cloud nine
Boy you know I keep that loud pack
I'm high whole time
She think I'm so fine
Her friend her co-sign
I'm like a great time
Sit in space time
Counting money from the daytime
Until it's like 8,9
Ima strange kind
Ask my gang slime
I don't waste time
I just make mine
My bitch FaceTime
That's a dateline
Ain't no wait time
I'm so hot shine
Yea yea
And you do not shine
Yea yea
I'm high as airlines
Yea yea
Check my airtime
I don't spare time
I don't care kind
Good as old wine
And bitches drink
Me up at times
I'm so fucked
Up in my mind
Think I lost this bitch this time
Think I lost that bitch that's fine
I'm still walking in banks lines
Keeping my blunts tuck and confined
It's so hard tell outline
We get faded bitch moonshine
I'm just chilling bitch recline
Bitches hit me up hotline
But I don't hit em back sometimes
