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Mick Jenkins - Gwendolynn's Apprehension (Ali Bongo Remix)
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Mick Jenkins
Mick Jenkins
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Jayson Jenkins
Jayson Jenkins
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Black Milk
Black Milk
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We, real cool We, left school We, lurk late We, sing sin We, jazz June We, die soon We, die soon We, die soon with your cool ass With your cool ass Real cool, with your cool ass With your cool ass Die soon We, real cool We, left school We, lurk late We, sing sin We, jazz June We, die soon We, die soon We, die soon with your cool ass Quick fast, quick fast, plus one that's quick math Quicksand, sink slow for some quick cash Quit that, got a better chance with Bitcoin Big banks see you stunting and this shit's deep Crypt keep and now you're fucking with the blockchain Speed race until we running out of octane I brought loud, you brought Reggie that's a mismatch We not on the same page, it's just no, no way Can't sauce through the beef this ain't Bolognese Don't get mad because I roll it straight Bowl a strike, new pants and I feel I need some more again Tryna write while they bite, I'm not Holyfield Disagree with the nigga but they know you real They gon' see for themselves, know I told you so Can't teach and young nigga, he don't want to know Could be a flower, he don't want to grow Real cool We, real cool We, left school We, lurk late We, sing sin We, jazz June We, die soon We, die soon We, die soon with your cool ass With your cool ass Real cool, with your cool ass With your cool ass Die soon We, real cool We, left school We, lurk late We, sing sin We, jazz June We, die soon We, die soon We, die soon with your cool ass Pardon my judgement, and its worth I'm trying to be reflective, don't mean to be overt with it All this shit connected no cursive It's more coercive than simple calligraphy Figure me, a whole different nigga from what I was meant to be A whole different mental, it was stencil, that was incidental This was way before followers when I was following Wasn't until a bit later when I started flowering And I needed pollination not your validation 'Til they tell you, you ain't shining that's the provocation I be speaking on the humble in the conversation Who would think that I still copped a Cuban link? It was thrifting, now it's Barney's it's that newer mink Barnes & Noble savage army nigga, who you read? One stroke of the pen for your eulogy You should leave, if not shit new to me You niggas be too cool for me Too many social rules for me That superficial shit ain't fooling me I'm in the party and this nigga think he's schooling me Real cool We, real cool We, left school We, lurk late We, sing sin We, jazz June We, die soon We, die soon We, die soon with your cool ass With your cool ass Real cool, with your cool ass With your cool ass Die soon We, real cool We, left school We, lurk late We, sing sin We, jazz June We, die soon We, die soon We, die soon with your cool ass You niggas be too cool for me Too many social rules for me
Writer(s): Curtis Eugene Cross, Jayson Jenkins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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