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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cuzzin Howie
Cuzzin Howie
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Shapiro
Jonathan Shapiro
Songwriter
Omavi Minder
Omavi Minder
Songwriter
Christopher Johnson
Christopher Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cuzzin Howie
Cuzzin Howie
Producer
Arlo
Arlo
Producer

歌詞

Yeah, uh
It's the mayor, baby
Yeah
The spliff was my first addiction
Then the liquor, then the women, then the nicotine
Livings anything but a dream of mine, I live to squeeze
When I'm sleeping, it's women weeping, i hear children scream
I take a fist to leaving, consideration is sympathy
Defining since the toxicity made my chemistry
Epitome of winner, shit gettin' deeper than middle sea
I take the notes, leave a brief messagе after I hear the beep
Thеy take the songs and give me free stressing slippings from Italy
Fair exchange ain't a robbery
Treasure came from poverty
My flesh betrayed my snobbery
I'm high up on the hall, but I got higher on the grabba leaf
Tied up with the chronic, I was longing for sobriety
I found it in a troft, I was mistaught, I would be minor league
Wonder what my teachers had to say about my diamond piece
Yeah, defense was high 'til my sneakers found where the lawn was greener
I had made a bond with the reaper
I was just tryna sleep
We up four, five hunnid, my **** keeping a dollar each
How we wasn't 'posed to take him off? He moving sloppiest
A weird moral compass, spin around and only finding east
Pray toward the sun, fleeting moment, I'm out of our peace
And I'ma wink at it
Before I reach it at
I became a breesh addict
****, cause we ain't have it
I'ma take a swing at it
Before I weep, I'ma die and I'ma sleep after
That's on my seat
And I'ma wink at it
Before I reach it at
I became a breesh addict
****, cause we ain't have it
I'ma take a swing at it
Before I weep, I'ma die and I'ma sleep after
That's on my seat
I just spring past ****
Slip past limits
Get bag bigger, I live on pen, pad, pistol
Since last winter, switch past clickin'
Pin bag fishing for one you big bag ****
I was on survival, I'm not your idol
Try if you like to, but I won't invite you
Lies was excited, I was your Micah
Slimy and shiesty, the times we was hiding
They think it was easy, now that you need me
I won't be preachy, but I was down on my knees
And when I was crying beseech you, what was you thinking?
Or was I not worth the leeching, it's still a smile when you see me
Man
I surprise myself with my grace sometimes
Have to grind myself 'fore they take my spine
I'm allowing myself to close the gate I shined with
Who I'm staying with, momma saying always take my time
And I'ma wink at it
Before I reach it at
I became a breesh addict
****, cause we ain't have it
I'ma take a swing at it
Before I weep, I'ma die and I'ma sleep after
That's on my seat
And I'ma wink at it
Before I reach it at
I became a breesh addict
****, cause we ain't have it
I'ma take a swing at it
Before I weep, I'ma die and I'ma sleep after
That's on my seat
Written by: Christopher Johnson, Jonathan Shapiro, Omavi Minder
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