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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Angelo Mota
Angelo Mota
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Siimbiie Lakew
Siimbiie Lakew
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Angelo Mota
Angelo Mota
Producer
the Kii
the Kii
Producer
Tim Gunter
Tim Gunter
Producer
Mike Moraes
Mike Moraes
Producer

Lyrics

Let's go smoke some weed, haha How much longer can I stay in the cut? Will it close, will it hurt to open up? I ain't thought about it once I got a feeling it's gon be a little rough I been riding with it for a little while Please don't open up the trunk Even if I see it through and it's tough I got a feeling it won't ever be enough, yeah I got a feeling this won't ever be enough Sitting on the cusp, calling shots, calling bluffs Blood on the brush, use my guts for the cup I gotta remind them that I'm poppa every month Every time I slip inside, she make it jump, yeah Water park, slip-and-slide, baby I'm in love She living her life but she fucking like we cuffed You ain't gotta tell me twice, my heart on ice, I keep it shut Blunts get 3.5, if a check look right then we smoking runts We do what we want, and they can't do shit about it Drip like Jackson Pollock, Mike a pilot, flying private If they crying bout it, they can't help it, it must be colic Grew up bumping Ye, present day I dropped out of college 16 I was wildin, blue lights flash, hit the dash like Sonic Now I get stressed bout climate, all this pressure hurting my sinus Still kick game like Linus, everything I do here finna be timeless How much longer can I stay in the cut? Will it close, will it hurt to open up? I ain't thought about it once I got a feeling it's gon be a little rough I been riding with it for a little while Please don't open up the trunk Even if I see it through and it's tough I got a feeling it won't ever be enough, yeah Let me talk my shit, let me just talk my shit, paper chase Walk up in my crib, thinking what we sip, ace of spades Haile rolled a spliff, OG got a fifth, straight for days Baddie just sent me pics, another one on my list, I ain't amazed Maybe she's scared to come over, baby let's share the aroma Tasty, sit there on my shoulders, bringing them areas closer Can't pull your hair through the phone but, lemme just stop that shit She said do I qualify, no lie I guess she love the dick Bank account is stimulated now I stimulate the clit Thankful how I penetrated that arc like the covenant, but Back shots, loving it, but that's not enough, it gets Way more intense, We ain't camping call your friends (it ain't enough!) How much longer can I stay in the cut? Will it close, will it hurt to open up? I ain't thought about it once I got a feeling it's gon be a little rough I been riding with it for a little while Please don't open up the trunk Even if I see it through and it's tough I got a feeling it won't ever be enough, yeah And surrender me I just can't leave And don't press on me Cause I just can't breathe You wanted mansions and islands You never met me on my end Always the one to be quiet But you'd always get me the highest I'm hesitating, but wishing all of my words invasive You know I hate it, it's fading, I swear I'm losing patience I understand what you running from but you gotta face it And I can't stand that we made it but now you're so complacent I don't want you drowning in the noise I want you to always have a voice Baby there ain't no one left to trust Tell me, will it ever be enough?
Writer(s): Jan Lilienthal, Michael Nowatzky, Timothy Lawrence Gunter, Nathaniel Long, Angelo Rafael Mota, Marco Gomez, Michael Moraes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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