If you could believe me The city walls are fake they're so deceiving While all y'all lie wake all through the evening I guess it's safe to say I'm only sleeping I'm only sleeping
Really though Really though I'm really too young to be feeling this old I'm really too high to be feeling this low this low this life I'm really too high to be feeling like Coming down puffin' rocks in the mid of night Can you fucks with a song, did you get it right Oh lord, kick in the door waving that four four four four Put a hundred tracks, gifted when you popular Half the time with your coffee cup With your chips you ain't got you none With your bitch I just got me some And I ain't even get violent, told 'ya You ain't the one like pocket dial 227 who gon stop me now
I've been gang banging, no cops around Hang tight, you's a motherfucking grabber You walk it out and that crip just potty mouth I fall in love but I only toss bodies round with my big brother We gon' get some, I'm like trust that Yellin' one love with mad lovers If they want test one, we gon bust back like blah Wooahh I ain't got no silence Wooaahh I ain't got noo silence (Fuck the silence)
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Compositores: Christian Robert Felner (Felly), Vonn Taylor ECAD: Obra #20204122