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[Verse 1: Supa Bwe] Good smoke for the weary soul Mick drink water, I need my Remy cold Best Sativa that I ever rolled I smoke to every story never told Cause she don't need to know She the same, we the same scratched track From the same scratched disk Can't tame wandering vixens I've slain warrior bitches I'll change, ignore all my stitches Baby I'll be back soon, I'm losing my mind Like all good times... We'll all fade by Fear ain't part of my weakness Spoke and gave you a thesis Put a bull in a glass shop And listen to every sequence Dreaming 'bout how they eating How the fuck we ain't eating? It's a predators season How the fuck we ain't eating? Am I loving or feeding? Are we dating or fucking? Do we fuck for a reason? Fuck all of her feelings She don't fuck with my feelings Told her I'll be back soon, You brusing my vibe [Verse 2: Carl] Quid Pro Quo Said I got you if you got me My eyelids so low OG Papi got me choppy That's incomparable To when I catch her and I lock her in like air-strikes This might be a fair fight I caught her with my bare hands and held her up in paradise Scuffin' up the game shoes, all this shit is brain food I can't lose She came through with demons who dressed up as angels Spliffs like it's Englands, "biznite" I'm wayne dude! Fifth for the pain, you, chasing the waterfalls Facing my fathers flaws, tracing my daughters palms Thanks to the mighty call, the ocean met the sky My heart cooking my brain, my eyes have opened wide [Verse 3: Kembe X] She spinnin' on my dick, and she skippin' on your disk So you gets no scratch, yo' tracks gettin no tick Bank roll, pockets looking like a blow fish I've been pickin' cotton like my grandest daddy ol' bishh (grandmamamamama) I still ain't drop, so you judge me by my old shit 06' I was sixth grade, diagnosis Brain broke, script me up with Ridilin and more shit I would trade the ceiling for the floor Fucking with them yes-men you will never know shit Puffin' potent at the pier posted If the coppers come around Im'a ghost it Feeling like the man, scratch what anybody sayin' Fuck a twitter troll tryna fuck wit anybody head Catch me on repeat street, no skips I'ma run the whole ship Ugh
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