Listen to plz don’t cut my wings (feat. Earl Sweatshirt) by MIKE

plz don’t cut my wings (feat. Earl Sweatshirt)

MIKE

Hip-Hop/Rap

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plz don’t cut my wings (feat. Earl Sweatshirt)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
MIKE
MIKE
Performer
Earl Sweatshirt
Earl Sweatshirt
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Bonema
Michael Bonema
Composer
Thebe Kgositsile
Thebe Kgositsile
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
dj blackpower
dj blackpower
Producer

Lyrics

I'm sorry I didn't call, I promised you you should fall back Problems never resolved, it follow you on the walk back My mommy be in my thoughts, my body be in the tall glass High but I break the fall, obviously, ain't your fault You could finally break your dog tag But stay involved, they dyin' to see me call bad, tired of stayin' strong I hate lyin' to see the saw path The greatest fall, the light we created gone black How you could save 'em, dog? You guided me on the wrong path I put it off, trying to say I'm off that Writing don't make it calmer, remind me where I was taught that Fight to remake a cause, it's MIKE and the name in all caps Entice me, I may indulge, you're trying, I make the walls crack Nigga, eyes is what make 'em soft, the triumph'll make my jaws snap Why I kept stayin' on? My alliance what gave you hard pass This high would contain a call Please don't cut my wings, I'm layin' low and stackin' c-notes Please don't cut my wings, I'm layin' low and stackin' c-notes This shit ain't but a thing, this some shit that every king know Fuck you doing P? You steering further from the cheap clothes What the fuck you doing G? Ain't no more staring through that peephole Please don't jack my steez, stop all that hoeing for the repo This shit ain't 'bout a thing, bruh, I ain't goin' now my G's up Please don't cut my wings, I'm layin' low and stackin' c-notes This shit ain't but a thing, this some shit that every king know Fuck you doing P? You steering further from the cheap clothes What the fuck you doing G? Ain't no more staring through that peephole Please don't jack my steez, stop all that hoeing for the repo This shit ain't 'bout a thing, bruh, I ain't goin' now my G's up Please don't cut my wings, I'm layin' low and stackin' c-notes This shit ain't but a thing, this some shit that every king know Please don't jack my steez, stop all that hoeing for the repo This shit ain't 'bout a thing, bruh, I ain't goin' now my G's up Know the costs just to be a boss, dump 'em at no expense Arms length distance, you never too close to hit They never couldn't go to stretch, balancin' on a limb The pressure apply where we went You tellin' my dawgs, "Sit" Never deny, I did it I feel like a Sauce Twin I feel if I'm 5'6, put relief on my right wrist New degree, new device With new lease on his life Can't shoot me like no side mission, keepin' the plot thick I come off the high screen, I might double cross him I'm findin' a outlet, drivin' the town ship Never a mouth kissed I would've died drippy, prayed how the crown fit Look who I called queen, I couldn't stop speedin' They even the odds shriekin' Keepin' my side clean, the glow to mine (Mind free) I pree all the malfeasance, I'm keepin' my mouth sealed You know who you are (I see it) Uh, I couldn't stop speedin', they even the odds shriek– Keepin' my side clean, the glow to mine, you don't need to talk I pree all the malfeasance, I'm keepin' my mouth sealed shut, you know who you are The glow to mine, the glow to– (Mind free)
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