Eras - Koru Remix
Choking up from the potent, or is it loneliness
I tried to face all my phobias
Lo and behold! it was erroneous
I damn near fell off of my post, almost ghosted before this track
Oh how tragic that would've been
"I have to blend in" I thought
But my homie that passed is who taught me to outlast
Blast loud speakers and heat up the gas, if it's loud, chief it
If it's not and it's weak then take that pot back
Got no time for spotty bags I gotta get ashed
If I'm not trashed, I ain't popping no tags
Or flag dragging, I'm tryna make this here brag rap
I won't attack if I don't have to, so don't ask for that
Inhale for elevation, inspired by acid rap
Plastic this, sarcastic that
If I gave half a shit, I'd be awfully sad
Awfully sad, but I guess I'm just off of that path
I'm blessed with a dog and a pad
As a matter of fact, I got mad buttons to mash on
You can check that on Amazon, Apple Music, Spotify
Or anything you get your fucking channel on
I'm more than hard to get a fucking handle on
But you can watch me make 12 tapes annually homie
I just want the cash, no it doesn't last
I just want a bae, no it doesn't last
Tryna love my taste, no it doesn't last
Tryna fuck the hate, no it doesn't last
Tryna celebrate, no it doesn't last
Tryna celebrate, I know it doesn't last
I tried to face all my phobias
Lo and behold! it was erroneous
I damn near fell off of my post, almost ghosted before this track
Oh how tragic that would've been
"I have to blend in" I thought
But my homie that passed is who taught me to outlast
Blast loud speakers and heat up the gas, if it's loud, chief it
If it's not and it's weak then take that pot back
Got no time for spotty bags I gotta get ashed
If I'm not trashed, I ain't popping no tags
Or flag dragging, I'm tryna make this here brag rap
I won't attack if I don't have to, so don't ask for that
Inhale for elevation, inspired by acid rap
Plastic this, sarcastic that
If I gave half a shit, I'd be awfully sad
Awfully sad, but I guess I'm just off of that path
I'm blessed with a dog and a pad
As a matter of fact, I got mad buttons to mash on
You can check that on Amazon, Apple Music, Spotify
Or anything you get your fucking channel on
I'm more than hard to get a fucking handle on
But you can watch me make 12 tapes annually homie
I just want the cash, no it doesn't last
I just want a bae, no it doesn't last
Tryna love my taste, no it doesn't last
Tryna fuck the hate, no it doesn't last
Tryna celebrate, no it doesn't last
Tryna celebrate, I know it doesn't last
Credits
Writer(s): Solace Bowden
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