(Intro)
Man Look
[DhayesProductions]
(Verse 1)
Can’t believe the truth is revealed, that’s so mid
Man I’ve been down bad way worse than what Covid did
Out here walking pushing carts, like a Kroger Gig
I put in faith but she had me doing little licks
She telekinetic, playing tricks had my brain frozen in place
It’s now a race against my mind, while she springle a little lime, like a Culver’s Custard meal taste
I prepare to brace and embrace the fake shit she put in my face
(Hook)
I want to, I need to
But I got issues
I’mma wreck her, and break her
Man I got issues
I want you, I need you
But I got issues
I’mma record and breaker
Yes I Got Tunes
(Verse 2)
Blinding by the word, ignoring the signs in plain sight
Why am I so shocked this took place in broad daylight
Sharing my moves, making moves while making her mood
Got my hopes up that’s Hoe stuff this thot shit is through
We got sticks, she selling bricks, posting feet pics and shit
Draft coming Monday, she got a whole line full of dicks
She says I’m problematic with complicated dad and speak with word salad
Rap addict with a passion for slacking
Full of charm but my magic quickly flattens
She says I’m a little bit Shady, with Black Fragments I’m steady lacking
But Big dick Packing
Mane I see you over there laughing
I got the strapped and getting ready for clapping
These triplet rounds come firing until Empty
I don’t ever become tired like Embiid
Imma keep rapping until I pop, like 50
Debut album dropped back then I was 16
3 musketeers had the whole Band going Wicky
Fans in a frenzy, me and Durontez playing frisby
Couple of records for record I was Friendly
Yeah Aaron was with them cars now he a father with two Kiddies
Cameron getting bread, Ragib Struggling with Indie
Still far, like AB, L.H. fine, she Cali maybe?
Man Look
[DhayesProductions]
(Verse 1)
Can’t believe the truth is revealed, that’s so mid
Man I’ve been down bad way worse than what Covid did
Out here walking pushing carts, like a Kroger Gig
I put in faith but she had me doing little licks
She telekinetic, playing tricks had my brain frozen in place
It’s now a race against my mind, while she springle a little lime, like a Culver’s Custard meal taste
I prepare to brace and embrace the fake shit she put in my face
(Hook)
I want to, I need to
But I got issues
I’mma wreck her, and break her
Man I got issues
I want you, I need you
But I got issues
I’mma record and breaker
Yes I Got Tunes
(Verse 2)
Blinding by the word, ignoring the signs in plain sight
Why am I so shocked this took place in broad daylight
Sharing my moves, making moves while making her mood
Got my hopes up that’s Hoe stuff this thot shit is through
We got sticks, she selling bricks, posting feet pics and shit
Draft coming Monday, she got a whole line full of dicks
She says I’m problematic with complicated dad and speak with word salad
Rap addict with a passion for slacking
Full of charm but my magic quickly flattens
She says I’m a little bit Shady, with Black Fragments I’m steady lacking
But Big dick Packing
Mane I see you over there laughing
I got the strapped and getting ready for clapping
These triplet rounds come firing until Empty
I don’t ever become tired like Embiid
Imma keep rapping until I pop, like 50
Debut album dropped back then I was 16
3 musketeers had the whole Band going Wicky
Fans in a frenzy, me and Durontez playing frisby
Couple of records for record I was Friendly
Yeah Aaron was with them cars now he a father with two Kiddies
Cameron getting bread, Ragib Struggling with Indie
Still far, like AB, L.H. fine, she Cali maybe?
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