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1nonly
1nonly
Vocals
Dwilly
Dwilly
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Clara La San
Clara La San
Songwriter
David Wilson
David Wilson
Songwriter
Nathan Fuller
Nathan Fuller
Songwriter
Orion Meshorer
Orion Meshorer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Orion Meshorer
Orion Meshorer
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Dwilly
Dwilly
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Lyrics

(And I keep fallin' in this darkness) Ayy, ayy, I keep fallin' in this Black hole, black soul with no pot to piss in I'd let go, but my brothers gotta eat I got a lotta problems, but the money give me what I need Yeah, ayy, I keep the blick on me Run him for his motherfuckin' shit, he threw a fit on me I see through the window, through the tint, I'm in a big body Lips on me, your bitch like to do it, why yo' bitch on me? Let's get it going, let's get it going, let's get it moving Bitches stupid, I'm on the big screen like the movies If you wanna try to see me, bring me the bands, let's get into it I'm a motherfuckin' Walking Dead zombie when I'm zooted He said he bigger than me, let's show the figures and see Who got a million? It's time to bring the digits I fidget when motherfuckers try to blemish my image and rip it I hit the blunt and watch the smoke hit the ceiling I like the feelin' like (feelin' like) I keep fallin' in this Black hole, black soul with no pot to piss in I'd let go, but my brothers gotta eat I got a lotta problems, but the money give me what I need Yeah, ayy, I keep the blick on me Run him for his motherfuckin' shit, he threw a fit on me I see through the window, through the tint, I'm in a big body Lips on me, your bitch like to do it, why yo' bitch on me? Bitch, you dumb, you think you're getting somethin' from me? I came from nothin', you ain't call until I have somethin' to bring It's hard to fathom, money, drugs are steppin' and comin' to me The .45 gon' hit yo' melon, I'm runnin' and gunnin' the beam Smokin' up sacrificial, coughin' often, I stuck his body, dropped 'em I'm in LA, I had to get high before the Uber got me I'm in her place and now she be fiendin', I had to move her off me Poof, he gone There's somethin' about this dope gon' make me fall and drop in Ayy, ayy, I keep fallin' in this Black hole, black soul with no pot to piss in I'd let go, but my brothers gotta eat I got a lotta problems, but the money give me what I need Yeah, ayy, I keep the blick on me Run him for his motherfuckin' shit, he threw a fit on me I see through the window, through the tint, I'm in a big body Lips on me, your bitch like to do it, why yo' bitch on me? Ayy, I keep fallin' in this Black soul with no- I'd let go- But the money give me what I need Keep the blick on me Fuckin' shit, he threw a fit- I see through the window, through the tint, I'm in a big-big- (A-and I keep fallin' in this darkness) (Darkness)
Writer(s): David Bradley Wilson, Rosemary Clare Louise Francis, Nathan Scott Fuller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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