gold plaque

City tatted on my arm so you know it's real
Yeah more than her heels
Walk around with Gucci but she ain't Gucci for real
She ain't trynna catch feels
Writing songs in my appartement in Paris
Smoke in the air got me spinning like ferris wheel
Getting bigger that iris
Darker that mind is
Soon as she go
Leaves
I got some shit on my mind
Stay up all night
Trynna write rhymes
She be asleep in my bed
Pass out like dead
Waking up fine
Waking up on the marble sometimes girl
Sometimes hurt
Trynna play the piano
She naked on my lap
Trynna move those curves
All the day in
Then night out
Not a sun lover
I'm a night owl
I like my curtains closed
And the lights out
Neon lights on

LA cap on me
Cigarettes on each ear
You know how I be
Grindin' all these years
I don't need no bitch
To help me through my fears
I just need you to
Say you will be here
When I'll come back
When I'll come back with fame
And a gold plaque

Drink cocktails in the taxi
Tropical fruits on the backseat
Better avoid twelve
Make a damn scene
Drunk all night
She be dancin'
Wearing cartier is a flex on her
Gucci python in the SLR
I don't like brands but Tiffany's
Make her fingers and ears glow in the dark

LA cap on me
Cigarettes on each ear
You know how I be
Grindin' all these years
I don't need no bitch
To help me through my fears
I just need you to
Say you will be here
When I'll come back
When I'll come back with fame
And a gold plaque

LA cap on me
Cigarettes on each ear
You know how I be
Grindin' all these years
I don't need no bitch
To help me through my fears
I just need you to
Say you will be here
When I'll come back
When I'll come back with fame
And a gold plaque



Credits
Writer(s): Dariush Sharaghi
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