[Intro]
Ear Drummers
Mike WiLL Made-It
Past tense futuristic, they'll never get it
I wished for this not knowing what it'd be worth by the time I get it
Thought drugs would make me love you harder but you still ain't feel it
This ain't 'bout fiends, this ain't 'bout critics, this about how I'm livin' (Talk to 'em)
[Chorus]
No matter which way it go
Time flow, as we come, as we leave
We come back with another one, they'll never know (Yeah)
What they see, got 'em blind, on my knees
In disguise, I can't take it
They say it's gon' get better
But it ain't seeming like it, it ain't seeming like it
They say my problems gon' get better (Yeah)
But it ain't seeming like it, it ain't seeming like it, yeah
[Verse 1]
Youngin in the drop-top
Swerving lane to lane, what a dirty game, yeah
With an eight ball of the H, you tryna serve somethin'
His lil' nigga flagged him down, tryna tell him that he heard somethin'
He ain't take that too well, by tonight, he gotta murk somethin'
He pulled out, bled the block
Left the bend and cocked his Glock
He wanna leave the city, he just need enough of guap, yeah
This shit'll never end, help you understand, I'd rather not
I'll blow they brains with the aroma comin' out this pot (Dope)
Career dirty, took a bath, came out diamonds dancing
Shawty bad, I can't be with her, right now I can't chance it
4KTrey, I run with killers, this shit real, ask 'em (4KTrey)
You can't say that that shit fake if everybody sayin' it
Ear Drummers
Mike WiLL Made-It
Past tense futuristic, they'll never get it
I wished for this not knowing what it'd be worth by the time I get it
Thought drugs would make me love you harder but you still ain't feel it
This ain't 'bout fiends, this ain't 'bout critics, this about how I'm livin' (Talk to 'em)
[Chorus]
No matter which way it go
Time flow, as we come, as we leave
We come back with another one, they'll never know (Yeah)
What they see, got 'em blind, on my knees
In disguise, I can't take it
They say it's gon' get better
But it ain't seeming like it, it ain't seeming like it
They say my problems gon' get better (Yeah)
But it ain't seeming like it, it ain't seeming like it, yeah
[Verse 1]
Youngin in the drop-top
Swerving lane to lane, what a dirty game, yeah
With an eight ball of the H, you tryna serve somethin'
His lil' nigga flagged him down, tryna tell him that he heard somethin'
He ain't take that too well, by tonight, he gotta murk somethin'
He pulled out, bled the block
Left the bend and cocked his Glock
He wanna leave the city, he just need enough of guap, yeah
This shit'll never end, help you understand, I'd rather not
I'll blow they brains with the aroma comin' out this pot (Dope)
Career dirty, took a bath, came out diamonds dancing
Shawty bad, I can't be with her, right now I can't chance it
4KTrey, I run with killers, this shit real, ask 'em (4KTrey)
You can't say that that shit fake if everybody sayin' it
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