Grass (feat. Cameron Bolden)
Phew, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh, yeah
I miss when I ain't have to wonder if this shit was real
I peeped the code was nonexistent watched these niggas squeal
I'm sick of holding my tongue for y'all fucking feelings
Don't need the toxic I just want me something I can feel
Ya feel
It's like it's my thoughts still trapped up in my head
A lone wolf on this trail, it's redveil
I maneuver through the fake to the bread
Fake nigga flesh gon' fill up with lead
I get the check then I don't spend it I just flip it instead, my nigga
I got a lot of steps to take, for now, I'm tryna breathe
Good girl, she won't complain if she taste my seed
No, these niggas not my bleed
It's fifty-fifty with you niggas peep the grass
The shitty blades that I'm tryna weed
Uh, shitty blade of grass, yeah
I stomp it out and then I get the cash, nigga
Then I get the cash, nigga
Yeah, I stomp it out and then I get the cash, nigga
Starry nights like these got me lookin' at the Moon
Thinkin' bout how when I left, I said I'd come home soon
And now I'm home and I just hate it, I wonder if it's fated
I was only born to fade in, what's the cost of what you makin'?
No stress, two breath, one step
What do you regret? Tell me how you feel
You don't look upset, what did you forget, me?
Shit, well I forget a ton, and the past a couple, so I tossed it all so I could run late (Fuck)
That was dumb (Shit), be back inside by sundown
Got a couple fans of me but still ain't got no funds now
Don't play this when you high, only play this on the comedown
Lost my elevation chasin' fame, what do what I want now?
I rap about myself too much, feel like I'm so conceited
My broken body on the pavement, we still undefeated
You know the way it goes, you know the way it gotta be
Keep roses in my toes and some pain inside my heart
It seems no matter where we go I end up right back where I oughta be (Where I oughta be)
Life a odyssey, baby, you oughta see it (Hahaha)
Cam
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh, yeah
I miss when I ain't have to wonder if this shit was real
I peeped the code was nonexistent watched these niggas squeal
I'm sick of holding my tongue for y'all fucking feelings
Don't need the toxic I just want me something I can feel
Ya feel
It's like it's my thoughts still trapped up in my head
A lone wolf on this trail, it's redveil
I maneuver through the fake to the bread
Fake nigga flesh gon' fill up with lead
I get the check then I don't spend it I just flip it instead, my nigga
I got a lot of steps to take, for now, I'm tryna breathe
Good girl, she won't complain if she taste my seed
No, these niggas not my bleed
It's fifty-fifty with you niggas peep the grass
The shitty blades that I'm tryna weed
Uh, shitty blade of grass, yeah
I stomp it out and then I get the cash, nigga
Then I get the cash, nigga
Yeah, I stomp it out and then I get the cash, nigga
Starry nights like these got me lookin' at the Moon
Thinkin' bout how when I left, I said I'd come home soon
And now I'm home and I just hate it, I wonder if it's fated
I was only born to fade in, what's the cost of what you makin'?
No stress, two breath, one step
What do you regret? Tell me how you feel
You don't look upset, what did you forget, me?
Shit, well I forget a ton, and the past a couple, so I tossed it all so I could run late (Fuck)
That was dumb (Shit), be back inside by sundown
Got a couple fans of me but still ain't got no funds now
Don't play this when you high, only play this on the comedown
Lost my elevation chasin' fame, what do what I want now?
I rap about myself too much, feel like I'm so conceited
My broken body on the pavement, we still undefeated
You know the way it goes, you know the way it gotta be
Keep roses in my toes and some pain inside my heart
It seems no matter where we go I end up right back where I oughta be (Where I oughta be)
Life a odyssey, baby, you oughta see it (Hahaha)
Cam
Credits
Writer(s): Marcus Morton, Cameron Bolden
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