クレジット
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Breslin
Songwriter
Andrew Suddith
Songwriter
歌詞
I miss them pop songs with rap verses
I miss them easy days now y'all got my back hurting
Now please excuse me if I act nervous
I been getting crystals for my bitch like a crack purchase
She make it clap like them black churches
Preach that im the greatest to the haters thats a wack sermon
I'm talking water into wine turning make it to the heavens every time I hear the track burning
Uh I'm in the clouds puffing vapor
I'm wrapping now and laters up like California papers
Schooling while I'm rolling loud I'm smoking a half an acre
How I take a week and write and only writing bangers?
That's Immaculate technique emasculate MCs
I'm puffing out my chest to whoever the best be
Evaluate my character and I'll let the TEC speak
Let's table who's the greatest circle back to it next week
I'm busy self improving make a perfect union
I'm moving on a groove that even you would find amusing
I'm losing every now and then I'm destined for a bruising
Confusing half the masses rapping tracks but not producing
I been choosing battle pick opponents very carefully
Enemies be acting like they care for me charity
Got me fucked up think I'll let them take advantage take the damage
Never move away from where my feet are planted
Cuz it's ten toes on the asphalt Benzos on the passport
I praise the Lord cuz this is everything I ever asked for
I drift to sleep at night conquer my own demons
In an encore ain't even half of y'all seen me bleeding
Ain't even half of y'all make it to next chapter
I'll be good well after losing my X factor
Working for new masters searching to new pastures
Moving slow and hoping that soon Imma move past ya
Bein a real man takes virtue
Swore I would never hurt you
I'm tryin to be loyal but it's hard to fight the urge to take off sirens clothes
Hey are you tryna merge two souls
Intertwine em like rhymin written before
Sick and twisted
The way these bitches bend my mind
Fine women I call bitches so the blame's never mine
And when I'm caught up in somebody else's bed she's the home wrecker
Say it was the wine, I'm lyin the next day I sext her
Never satisfied unless my heads between your thighs
I can't stop thinking bout her body so divine
A diamond a dime
The way her pussy pop
Ass drops
She's creepin into every thought
Body so delicious, always miss it
Like some fucking rock
Addicted to this cycle of lust and shame surroundin us
Pain in your heart tore me apart
I wasn't good enough
Just another man looking for another quick fuck
Written by: Andrew Suddith, Michael Breslin