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vox by me
random shit i made without my usual hedphonez
not a timeline, let tha fuckin pen down,
and i wish for the drums, yea they get down,
told em leav me lone, told em get out,
told em take a loan, yea for handouts,
hands down, that was the best time i had since best now,
nothing but attempt, tht make you feel like the best now,
told her & xav yea, feel like the best,
& it feel like asses the way im taking the test
the way im taking her breath, it feel like moving again,
cash running loosely again, it feel like schoolin again,
and it feel like arrest the way we hittin tha jets,
sitting wishin for friends, and i dont wish it again,
like totally- (yeah)
we get over these,
pockets lookin over this & pockets looking o-ver bese,
(infa-red)
yea but C bitch its not for Caress,
i dont move like yo bitch, i dont move like tha rest,
i dont see em now, i dont see like tha rest,
caught em foot on they neck,
stop lootin detest, choosing again
(choosin again)
ssh1be in the vc,
we got pieces thats pc,
when we hit balenci in yeezys,
quick fuckin hitta yea unsheath these,
typa shit that make em fuckin bleed-bleed, [yeah]
man my boots it looks so creasy,
way i rock bitch, it look easy-
whatchu talkin bout you punch a bin like a fully,
and i hit yo man up in the face call em bully,
xav texts me back about some bands yea surely,
its early- in love with 1c dont deserve these,
ssh1be in my ear talkin bout sum moncleezy,
spikes on tha rim they hit like cleats hit,
he aint nothin not a free-hit, [yah]
(yea yeah)
worry bout me in the past, not right now bitch,
all about that, but we talk townin,
you get back, runnin around and lap them,
moving pack, when you run around them,
are you ruling that? i aint worried bout them,
it aint pull me yet, i aint never amountin,
its rules of tha tech, can you tell me bout them?
- Genre
- 1c