[Intro]
L%SE
Nite
[Verse 1: kasper gem]
Yeah, I don't wanna beat around the bush, I don't wanna be the one to brag
Why are you mad? I gave you everything you asked for
I'ma write our name in the wet asphalt
You can't see a goddamn thing, look in this two-percent tint
Don't worry 'bout a goddamn thing, I know you're superstitious
I don't wanna play that game, we play, I'm on a mission
I'm on a mission, I don't really miss you, but I'll blow you kisses
Told her this can't last another minute, get me out the picture
[Chorus: kasper gem]
Why can't you admit that you're twisted?
I cannot listen to what you said
Told her to go break a leg
All up in my head, I cannot comprehend
[Verse 2: kasper gem]
I'm runnin' out of options, I might have to off him
I'ma put him in a coffin like he Eric Koston
I'ma put him in the air, his life is what it cost him
Bitch, I wouldn't even care if that boy had a daughter
Damn, now that I got bread, I do not cop by grams
I might cop a box and serve it to my friend
That boy is an opp', he told the coppers we been onto him
Hit his bitch out the park like I'm a Dodger, it don't even clear (Kasper)
L%SE
Nite
[Verse 1: kasper gem]
Yeah, I don't wanna beat around the bush, I don't wanna be the one to brag
Why are you mad? I gave you everything you asked for
I'ma write our name in the wet asphalt
You can't see a goddamn thing, look in this two-percent tint
Don't worry 'bout a goddamn thing, I know you're superstitious
I don't wanna play that game, we play, I'm on a mission
I'm on a mission, I don't really miss you, but I'll blow you kisses
Told her this can't last another minute, get me out the picture
[Chorus: kasper gem]
Why can't you admit that you're twisted?
I cannot listen to what you said
Told her to go break a leg
All up in my head, I cannot comprehend
[Verse 2: kasper gem]
I'm runnin' out of options, I might have to off him
I'ma put him in a coffin like he Eric Koston
I'ma put him in the air, his life is what it cost him
Bitch, I wouldn't even care if that boy had a daughter
Damn, now that I got bread, I do not cop by grams
I might cop a box and serve it to my friend
That boy is an opp', he told the coppers we been onto him
Hit his bitch out the park like I'm a Dodger, it don't even clear (Kasper)
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