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S.I.F.T.W.
1,274
R&B/Soul
S.I.F.T.W. was released on July 28, 2017 by Eli Sostre as a part of the album Sleep Is for the Weak
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Release DateJuly 28, 2017
LabelEli Sostre
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eli Sostre
Eli Sostre
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eli Sostre
Eli Sostre
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I just hit your phone, baby, how you slept?
From the hood, now I got you at the MET
Ain't no middle man, I get straight to the cheque
Where I'm from, give a fuck about a threat
If I wanna flex, bitch, I'm gon' flex
Atlanta nights, got a **** fucking with the TEC
I hope you saw something that you won't forget
At 25,  I got like 50 on my neck
[Verse 2]
Made change, but I ain't change
I ain't only tryna maintain
Yeah, I put my **** on the same thing
Why you acting like we ain't on the same team
[Verse 3]
If you tell a story, tell the whole thing
Calls from my old thing, don't hear the phone ring
You know sleep is for the weak
You know sleep is for the weak
If you tell a story, tell the whole thing
Calls from my old thing, don't hear the phone ring
You know sleep is for the weak
You know sleep is for the weak
[Verse 4]
If you tell a story, tell the whole thing
Calls from my old thing, don't hear the phone ring
You know sleep is for the weak
You know sleep is for the weak
If you tell a story, tell the whole thing
Calls from my old thing, don't hear the phone ring
You know sleep is for the weak
You know sleep is for the weak
[Verse 5]
Who these **** that you listen to?
You know all this shit just isn't you
You got **** say they feeling you, yeah
I ain't met no one as real as you, hey
Say it's love, but we ain't ready yet, yeah
And I know that feeling heavier, aye
You hit 20, now you feeling grown
I made 20, did it on my own
[Verse 6]
Now they see me in a different way
Fuck it, 'bout to cop my mom a different place
Told her I would buy a Porsche when I was 9
Told her, park it where you want, I'll pay the fine now
My bitches fine, never been the type to wine and dine
They done sent so many deals, I had to hit decline
Shit on my mind, feel like Hova back in '99
Bitch, I'm pimping, I'm just telling you my life and times, yeah
[Verse 7]
All them lies that you've been telling me
Adequate the jinx that they've been selling me
Yeah, all my brothers ducking felonies
Might just sign the deal so I could let 'em breathe
Can't be dealing with the drama, rather let you leave
All these motherfuckers told me I would never be
Who I am now
Bitch, I'm the fucking man
Now the money popping out the rubber bands
You don't even stand a chance, no
[Verse 8]
Girl, I'm losing my feelings
Yeah, I don't even feel it
I take shots of that liquor
Hoping I can forget you, yeah, yeah
Girl, I'm losing my feelings, yeah
Yeah, I don't even feel it
I take shots of that liquor
Hoping I can forget you, yeah, yeah
Written by: Eli Sostre
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