
THE MASSES Your Stepdad (Ft. cosznmo & Tae Retro)
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[Intro: Cosznmo]
Olly
Yeah, uh
Yeah, serving the rock, how I— (Uh, damn)
Serving the trench, how I— (Uh, damn)
Serving the trench, how I cleared up the— (Uh)
Serving the trench, how I cleared up the masses
Serving the trench, how I— (Uh, yeah)
Serving the trench, how I— (Uh, hold on)
Serving the— (Uh, yeah, ah, we love you, Coz)
[Verse 1: Cosznmo and Your Stepdad]
Serving the trench, how I cleared up the masses
Shoot through the lens like I needed some glasses
Got hit in his eye, but he still got some lashes
Couldn't see where we shot him, we using the flashes (Damn)
She giving good brain, so I hope that she passes
Glock 'bout to burn him, we smoking his ashes
Made a band out the back of the coupe, I ain't crashing
Told her listen to Coz if she needed a caption
Counting my figures, that come from my actions
Never fall off, got unlimited traction
Aligning the beam to his head for subtraction (Damn)
Chop' left him crooked, I call him refraction
Painting her face, I done made an abstraction
Hit him with twenty, I turned him to Jackson (Huh)
Olly
Yeah, uh
Yeah, serving the rock, how I— (Uh, damn)
Serving the trench, how I— (Uh, damn)
Serving the trench, how I cleared up the— (Uh)
Serving the trench, how I cleared up the masses
Serving the trench, how I— (Uh, yeah)
Serving the trench, how I— (Uh, hold on)
Serving the— (Uh, yeah, ah, we love you, Coz)
[Verse 1: Cosznmo and Your Stepdad]
Serving the trench, how I cleared up the masses
Shoot through the lens like I needed some glasses
Got hit in his eye, but he still got some lashes
Couldn't see where we shot him, we using the flashes (Damn)
She giving good brain, so I hope that she passes
Glock 'bout to burn him, we smoking his ashes
Made a band out the back of the coupe, I ain't crashing
Told her listen to Coz if she needed a caption
Counting my figures, that come from my actions
Never fall off, got unlimited traction
Aligning the beam to his head for subtraction (Damn)
Chop' left him crooked, I call him refraction
Painting her face, I done made an abstraction
Hit him with twenty, I turned him to Jackson (Huh)
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