One night I stayed round, now I know my way round I used to wonder what the pillow saw, when you're face down I've been fucking twin sisters they don't make the same sound (Uh) I know this weight upon my shoulders got me feeling way down (Uh) You ain't gotta move my head bitch I know my way down (Yeah, Uh)
I said I'm on my way, she asked me if I've eaten I said "Yeah b, I just had some spaghetti bolognese" She called me tight cause I ain't turning left when stepping on the plane Well I used to spend my money like it's never gonna rain, then it rained Then I had to separate the pressure from the pain and let it rain I couldn't sleep when I had cases, even though I rest my head on covered pillows, let me explain When you never had a scooby 'bout a movie I was a juvie on duty, no remote pressing play You ever lost someone you never cherished, till they perished So many of my bredrens, just a memory in my brain My nigga fell, victim to liquor and died from failed liver We still gon' pour Henny on his grave When they bury me, my headstone should read R. I. P, never been buried on a stage If a pagan wanna locate us I guarantee they may have to donate blood I'll get away with murder in these OJ gloves Turn off the life support, bro gave up One day we'll all sleep, I won't wake up My nigga done his bird and gave no names up That's why my circle don't rotate much Babes I'll be back soon, don't wait up
One night I stayed round, now I know my way round I used to wonder what the pillow saw when you're face down I've been fucking twin sisters they don't make the same sound I know this weight upon my shoulders got me feeling way down You ain't gotta move my head bitch, I know my way down
(Boom) This ting that I was fucking introduced me to her cousin I said fuck it, let me open the discussion 'bout a threesome I ran through bitches I don't treat them Take man's mrs, have em' looking for his girl like Liam Neeson I just got released from the belly of the beast I've been chilling for a minute now I'm turning up the heat, I'm elite Apparently they miss me in the streets so I'm back part three Like I'm 'bout to make history repeat I never leave my business unfinished There's been times when I've had to burn bridges other times when I've had to get wicked Like niggas must've got this ting twisted I splash man and make them spill liquid My dawg got convicted Importing bricks through some text messages that he thought was encrypted I'm still putting money over bitches Still gotta roll with it guess I'm just another black statistic And I ain't gonna quit cause I'm addicted I'd rather be the villain than the victim I caught one of my girls some Chanels cause she let me use her kitchen And when we do our thing we don't kiss cause I don't know where your lips been (Boom) My ting's different from the rest (Baby girl) And that's word to the nipples on your breasts I beat the pussy up and get dressed I'ma holler you tomorrow, get some rest
One night I stayed round, now I know my way round I used to wonder what the pillow saw, when you're face down I've been fucking twin sisters they don't make the same sound (Uh) I know this weight upon my shoulders got me feeling way down (Uh) You ain't gotta move my head bitch I know my way down (Yeah, Uh)
Compositores: Samuel Justin Jude Clarke, Christopher David Kyei, Rio Romanie Willis, Tracklib ECAD: Obra #43161301