[Intro: Knucks]
(SRB separation confirmed
Coming up on staging the burn out of these twin solid rocket boosters at two minutes, five seconds)
(Production)
Hey
[Verse 1: Knucks]
Babe, don't get me wrong, I've had a long tour
Wednesday, arrivederci, Thursday's bonjour
Heard they was tryna push their word on me to conform
Every night a trend dies, another one's born
I can never live my life, I'm tryna watch yours
Spyin' out the eyehole of the front door
Sometimes I reference older lessons I was once taught
Back then I reckon we were bredrins, now I'm unsure
Babe, don't get me wrong, I'm tryna keep this pushin'
But feel that forcin' on the door each time I squeeze my foot in
Didn't need a look-in, but I knew they see me cookin'
Now the chefs proudest dish earns itself an easy bookin'
Don't forget tips, chefs kiss, you longin' for it
She wanna connect lips and get her tongue in for it
I saw your text, but I left it till the other mornin'
If it ain't bread, then I'm sorry, babe, it's just unimportant
But don't get me wrong, I'm tryna vet these songs
True, those nights in the studio was where you met me from
Replies, whether long, always get responses
No lies on that front, that's what you said you wanted
Plenty times I pay the price of bein' honest
Could've swiped it, but I might just pay for it in dollars
Gotta get me right before I'm giftin' lovers
If I like it then I buy the shit in different colours
(SRB separation confirmed
Coming up on staging the burn out of these twin solid rocket boosters at two minutes, five seconds)
(Production)
Hey
[Verse 1: Knucks]
Babe, don't get me wrong, I've had a long tour
Wednesday, arrivederci, Thursday's bonjour
Heard they was tryna push their word on me to conform
Every night a trend dies, another one's born
I can never live my life, I'm tryna watch yours
Spyin' out the eyehole of the front door
Sometimes I reference older lessons I was once taught
Back then I reckon we were bredrins, now I'm unsure
Babe, don't get me wrong, I'm tryna keep this pushin'
But feel that forcin' on the door each time I squeeze my foot in
Didn't need a look-in, but I knew they see me cookin'
Now the chefs proudest dish earns itself an easy bookin'
Don't forget tips, chefs kiss, you longin' for it
She wanna connect lips and get her tongue in for it
I saw your text, but I left it till the other mornin'
If it ain't bread, then I'm sorry, babe, it's just unimportant
But don't get me wrong, I'm tryna vet these songs
True, those nights in the studio was where you met me from
Replies, whether long, always get responses
No lies on that front, that's what you said you wanted
Plenty times I pay the price of bein' honest
Could've swiped it, but I might just pay for it in dollars
Gotta get me right before I'm giftin' lovers
If I like it then I buy the shit in different colours
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