Curve
I hate those mornings
When it rains it's pouring
I hate those mornings
When it rains it's pouring
I hate those mornings
When it rains it's pouring
Anything but boring
I hate those mornings
I hate those mornings
I hate those mornings
When it rains it's pouring
I hate those mornings
When it rains it's pouring
Anything but boring
Cashed a check, now I'm touring
Came from Jersey, I'm foreign
I'm a birdie, I'm soaring
My Uniqlo's imported
My shoes they're are all sorted
Growing up was the shortest
My dad was a hoarder
Now he lives by the boarder
Used to collect quarters
In his head there are mortars
Used to drive after porters
Got stopped by enforcers
Not one cop, there were more sirs
Sir I'm sorry I didn't mean to drive
You know I needed to feel alive
I would only care about what's mine
Like my daddy, I've done some time
God I know I was so bad
Used people to avoid the sad
But I really care to be good
So now I'm doing what i know i should
I'm gonna make it so big that i don't have to worry about my kids
I swear I'm never gonna miss because of the times we didn't have a fridge
I charged my high school classmates 80 dollars for some mids
Then I would just go spend it on foot locker and some mids
I wanna be a great, and I'm not gonna stop because
Back on main street i would hear lots of shots
I know it's fate and my future is locked because i'm never late, and I work hard like pac
I'm here to stay, can't return to the mops
Not here to play, don't have time for the shops
2015, the last time i got stopped and got taken to jail by a handful of cops
Always move quick with a handful of rocks
Things that i've seen they gave me shock
Like all of those bodies aligned with the chalk
And all of the holes in the walls with caulk
Like Rollies I never stop
Gonna be so big you're gonna see me on Tik Tok
So you better get used to curve of my big cock
Lucky I still have my breath and can still talk
This is my blessing so my mind stays real locked
Lucky I still have my breath and can still talk
This is my blessing so my mind stays real locked
Lucky I still have my breath and can still talk
This is my blessing so my mind stays real locked
When it rains it's pouring
I hate those mornings
When it rains it's pouring
I hate those mornings
When it rains it's pouring
Anything but boring
I hate those mornings
I hate those mornings
I hate those mornings
When it rains it's pouring
I hate those mornings
When it rains it's pouring
Anything but boring
Cashed a check, now I'm touring
Came from Jersey, I'm foreign
I'm a birdie, I'm soaring
My Uniqlo's imported
My shoes they're are all sorted
Growing up was the shortest
My dad was a hoarder
Now he lives by the boarder
Used to collect quarters
In his head there are mortars
Used to drive after porters
Got stopped by enforcers
Not one cop, there were more sirs
Sir I'm sorry I didn't mean to drive
You know I needed to feel alive
I would only care about what's mine
Like my daddy, I've done some time
God I know I was so bad
Used people to avoid the sad
But I really care to be good
So now I'm doing what i know i should
I'm gonna make it so big that i don't have to worry about my kids
I swear I'm never gonna miss because of the times we didn't have a fridge
I charged my high school classmates 80 dollars for some mids
Then I would just go spend it on foot locker and some mids
I wanna be a great, and I'm not gonna stop because
Back on main street i would hear lots of shots
I know it's fate and my future is locked because i'm never late, and I work hard like pac
I'm here to stay, can't return to the mops
Not here to play, don't have time for the shops
2015, the last time i got stopped and got taken to jail by a handful of cops
Always move quick with a handful of rocks
Things that i've seen they gave me shock
Like all of those bodies aligned with the chalk
And all of the holes in the walls with caulk
Like Rollies I never stop
Gonna be so big you're gonna see me on Tik Tok
So you better get used to curve of my big cock
Lucky I still have my breath and can still talk
This is my blessing so my mind stays real locked
Lucky I still have my breath and can still talk
This is my blessing so my mind stays real locked
Lucky I still have my breath and can still talk
This is my blessing so my mind stays real locked
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Writer(s): Brian Burns
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