Lyrics

We sound alike, but very different like a homonym/ I took advice, from my daddy and my moma 'dem/ They say boy, this world can be kinda cold/ But you create energy dependin' on what kind of coal/ That's cold/ Need to make a move on ya' situation/ But what if your situation was way worse/ I'm talkin' black suits, paul bearers, black herses/ Way worse/ What if we was 'sleep/ And thinkin' we awake/ And all the material things we've been given were fake/ And all the bentleys, bugattis and bezels, they was fake/ And there was a fire that's cookin' palces on a plate/ And there was a person with a rod reelin us in/
Writer(s): Tyshane Thompson, Marcus Gray, Anthony Flagg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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