Wait For You
Paint my circle
Black white and red
Posh zebra
All on my bed
Pick back up
Right where I left
Organise the things on my desk
Not much left, where I write
Empty pages, through the night
Sure I'll manage
Never strife
You had my back
But pulled a knife
Oh oh
We know
Oh oh
Went ghost
Pop shit
Talking all that nonsense
Baby switch the topic
Know that I been Cautious
The plenty other options
Uh huh
Missing out
On knowledge
You talk about
I know that you here
Imma take another route
Uh uh
Middle Finger
Like an elevator
Going up to all my haters
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Looking up at stars
Ohh They so damn far
Green on plate
In any case
I made my way
Make no mistake
A few mistakes were
Hanging on to handgranades
Fuck it, I still built my base
Keeping up at any pace
Homi why you tryna race
Take you quicker to the grave
Dead man walking
Ooh I'll do the talking
Nah nah nah
Plenty to be sad about
Better if I shut my mouth
Nah nah nah
Fucking In the bathroom
Screaming out
And well in tune
What way
To spend a day
Cocaine babies for real
Running through the hills
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Black white and red
Posh zebra
All on my bed
Pick back up
Right where I left
Organise the things on my desk
Not much left, where I write
Empty pages, through the night
Sure I'll manage
Never strife
You had my back
But pulled a knife
Oh oh
We know
Oh oh
Went ghost
Pop shit
Talking all that nonsense
Baby switch the topic
Know that I been Cautious
The plenty other options
Uh huh
Missing out
On knowledge
You talk about
I know that you here
Imma take another route
Uh uh
Middle Finger
Like an elevator
Going up to all my haters
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Looking up at stars
Ohh They so damn far
Green on plate
In any case
I made my way
Make no mistake
A few mistakes were
Hanging on to handgranades
Fuck it, I still built my base
Keeping up at any pace
Homi why you tryna race
Take you quicker to the grave
Dead man walking
Ooh I'll do the talking
Nah nah nah
Plenty to be sad about
Better if I shut my mouth
Nah nah nah
Fucking In the bathroom
Screaming out
And well in tune
What way
To spend a day
Cocaine babies for real
Running through the hills
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
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Credits
Writer(s): James Lapham
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