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Wrinkles (Prod. Tracy Lamont)(Audio) - Tracy Lamont
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Tracy Lamont
Tracy Lamont
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tracy Morris Jr.
Tracy Morris Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tracy Lamont
Tracy Lamont
Vocal Producer

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I might get sued by Steve Lacy But I'm gone lace this beat Lapping shady nigguhs Who running the game Lazily Freshman in this thang But I still play in the major leagues Though it's more my own If we being honest The gaze of me Probably cure cancer I'm pure but more What they hate to see So when I leave they life These hoes always they wanna make a scene Fresh out of scripts But I can flick my wrist And see your future dreams I'm moving scenes My nigguhs carry clips They call em movie scenes Direct me to some money Some knowledge or show some love to me Ain't always what it is But don't we work for what we want to be Been wanting YOU so long I'm unsure of what I want for me I swear I need it all But I got it And that's the irony She use the dryer for wrinkles And I prefer ironing It's risk up my choices And I'm rewarded in Diamonds Cubic to man made to VVS's I'm shining Just talking bout my soul I'm seeing the silver linings She use the dryer for her wrinkles I like ironing She use the dryer for her wrinkles I like ironing She use the dryer for her wrinkles I like ironing She use the dryer for her You get it If you don't get it Know you will in due time Sometimes I miss the message Til I look up the rhymes Now my genus is on genius Dispelling yo thoughts previous About this rapper from small town in Virginia North Face and Sobiato for dinner I enter being myself I mean what else could I be I'm already hot nigguh I'm 400 Degreez Even as a juvenile I had a knack for painting pictures I was 9 When I knew Jesus was black From the scriptures 13 when I saw We was all in this mixture Of hate filled love Distracted by pretty fixtures They tell us to love each other Then feed us the reasons not to They fuck over one another This probably not about you But you gone kill your brother If you feel that you can't out due Even if he wasn't shit That just says something about you To the dead homies I'm sorry this won't about you She use the dryer for her wrinkles I like ironing She use the dryer for her wrinkles I like ironing She use the dryer for her wrinkles I like ironing She use the dryer for her You get it
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