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

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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
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Plenty to be sad about
Better if I shut my mouth
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Fucking In the bathroom
Screaming out
And well in tune
What way
To spend a day
Cocaine babies for real
Running through the hills

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Credits
Writer(s): James Lapham
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