Beneath Night Lovell
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[Verse 1]
Posted by the corner, caught that gas
Changin' every day with the sight from the past
Damn, my bitch say I’m a goner, she say I’m blessed
To tell me that I’ll never make it straight back up that path
All the glass broke in the darkroom, ten o’ clock
Strikin', then I wait, put your body in the shop
Drinkin' water through the motherfuckin' journey to the top
I come with shit, you say I never really put back in the pot
Wet from the rain in the forest with my sounds low
Changed, know I got that rage, ain’t no joke, hoe
You probably think I’m never tryin', bitch you radical
Look beyond the body and make sure this ain’t no fishing toll
Shit, ice fall down
Starin' at the well, flow well beneath the ground
Based with a case by the pound
Ride real quick, roll up in your damn town
Right up in your motherfuckin' town
I pull up with that coke white suit, all around, yeah
Lack of the knowledge that you say
Talkin' bout the motherfuckin' problems of today
[Pre-Chorus]
All-black whip, cash in the zip
Grab that shit, whole bag, don’t trip
North Leather seat, Northface lime green
Only pack cash for my motherfuckin' team, yeah
Posted by the corner, caught that gas
Changin' every day with the sight from the past
Damn, my bitch say I’m a goner, she say I’m blessed
To tell me that I’ll never make it straight back up that path
All the glass broke in the darkroom, ten o’ clock
Strikin', then I wait, put your body in the shop
Drinkin' water through the motherfuckin' journey to the top
I come with shit, you say I never really put back in the pot
Wet from the rain in the forest with my sounds low
Changed, know I got that rage, ain’t no joke, hoe
You probably think I’m never tryin', bitch you radical
Look beyond the body and make sure this ain’t no fishing toll
Shit, ice fall down
Starin' at the well, flow well beneath the ground
Based with a case by the pound
Ride real quick, roll up in your damn town
Right up in your motherfuckin' town
I pull up with that coke white suit, all around, yeah
Lack of the knowledge that you say
Talkin' bout the motherfuckin' problems of today
[Pre-Chorus]
All-black whip, cash in the zip
Grab that shit, whole bag, don’t trip
North Leather seat, Northface lime green
Only pack cash for my motherfuckin' team, yeah
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