Voodoo

I'm in the kitchen cooking chicken literal not a drug
And I can see the competition but I don't see no love
And I could be a favorite nigga if I wear my smile bigger
Still bitter from the past shit

Boy them collard shirts gon keep me out of prison aye
Approximate the hurdle height and then you elevate
That white jury bury niggas ooo bloody scene
You be observing from the bleachers of the game we call life get your mind right
I'm not offended by other niggas oh nah but
It's not appealing to melancholy your feeling aye
I'm willing to reminisce
I died in the Abyss and rose on dry land
I lie but god tell me do you love me or not

You tell me so
You tell me so
Baby girl do you love me or not

But god forreal true love what it is
Is it literal of fairytale I needa blueprint
Talk shit illiterate will never get a single word I speak
I'm on a killing spree no Kennedy's no kin to me
Do it for the culture keep it kosher oowee
I take my left then put the pen up to this lose leaf
She take her hair up put the pin and she oowee
Fuck the illustration need a demonstration
The present never really what it was
So if I'm looking back I'm liable to tripping up
If I'm robotic then my feelings wouldn't give a fuck
I would take a knee say a cow honeymoon
But I rather chase a dream that I never knew
Yea I rather chase a dream that I never knew
Baby I rather chase a dream that I never knew

I'm in the kitchen cooking chicken literal not a drug
And I can see the competition but I don't see no love
And I could be a favorite nigga if I wear my smile bigger
Still bitter from the past shit

Boy them collard shirts gon keep me out of prison aye
Boy them collard shirts gon keep me out of prison aye
Boy them collard shirts gon keep me out of prison aye
Baby do you love me or not
Do you love me or not



Credits
Writer(s): Cest La Vie
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