VAMP JAMZ
You only know soul if you heard static before
Only getting better if you RIGH know you have it ho
I don't do no matching I just rock my lonely magic
Tight don't do no sagging I just hit galactic
Yeah
Only getting better if you RIGH know you have it ho
I don't do no matching I just rock my lonely magic
Tight
Only two chains I ever got the one my auntie got me
And the one my momma bought me
The only watch I ever owned was one my father copped Me
All on me and they didn't come free
Time flies when you're dead inside
Need a fit bitch to put some babies in
Hop scotch on the drop top take that toy out the play Pen
In my ends lost up in the wind
Us kids grew up on wins
Casperson to the bin
Double Sun Conference beat me till back is stiff
Looking for plaques and a packed spliff
Never had to do that distro split
Did it all offa native instruments kits
Made this to Miami skyline
Nissan Versa writing verses yeah it's our time
Our time our time
Church sing choir with chimes
God asked me if I really want this life
Couldn't feel a thing off the vision ditching sight
Fleas floods broke and rented
Never had the luck till this instant
And they never really had the guts to make that Finish
Just some watching from the bleachers ass bitches
You know what I'm saying its Trackula
I'm chillen up here in the basement with my boy
Count Bandemikiss
Out here
Only getting better if you RIGH know you have it ho
I don't do no matching I just rock my lonely magic
Tight don't do no sagging I just hit galactic
Yeah
Only getting better if you RIGH know you have it ho
I don't do no matching I just rock my lonely magic
Tight
Only two chains I ever got the one my auntie got me
And the one my momma bought me
The only watch I ever owned was one my father copped Me
All on me and they didn't come free
Time flies when you're dead inside
Need a fit bitch to put some babies in
Hop scotch on the drop top take that toy out the play Pen
In my ends lost up in the wind
Us kids grew up on wins
Casperson to the bin
Double Sun Conference beat me till back is stiff
Looking for plaques and a packed spliff
Never had to do that distro split
Did it all offa native instruments kits
Made this to Miami skyline
Nissan Versa writing verses yeah it's our time
Our time our time
Church sing choir with chimes
God asked me if I really want this life
Couldn't feel a thing off the vision ditching sight
Fleas floods broke and rented
Never had the luck till this instant
And they never really had the guts to make that Finish
Just some watching from the bleachers ass bitches
You know what I'm saying its Trackula
I'm chillen up here in the basement with my boy
Count Bandemikiss
Out here
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Writer(s): Riley Crawford
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