Emotions.

Someday we'll meet again
We'll meet again
We'll meet again
Ahh
Someday we'll meet again
We'll meet again
We'll meet again
Someday we'll meet again
We'll meet again
We'll meet again
Ahh
Someday we'll meet again
We'll meet again
We'll meet again
Aye

Three stripes on my work pants with hella plans
To make it out, chasing money with hearing no demands
Yes I can and I will, making lyrics come to life
That shit always give me chills, watching mama pay the bills
While I'm dreaming of my life up in the hills in Dubai
Potential on sky high
People who claiming that they just want to see me win hating on the guy
That shit that kept me traumatized
Minding my business, paying attention to the competition
Like a menace who be stealing from the weak without no permission
Old friends still act the same, kicking jokes and be assuming that I still react the same
He's a lame and I know that he's not ashamed that time's change
Not for the worse, for the better
They got me mixing Crown with the feelings knowing damn well they don't go together
Cuban links couldn't brighten up my weather (Whew)
Bitches fucking for Coachella, they know better
Hitting lines like McGregor and Mayweather
Bitches cheating, got you niggas getting hot like May weather
Make you niggas get your shit together

Yeah woah
Tuh
Made Smoove
Yeah check it yeah

If you a man, you must establish your domination
For the bread, I will apply, no application
I was raised in the church, granny made me pay my tithes
Think about her every day, I was zooted when she died
Time flies, people take it for granted
Roll it in a Swisher, sweet two G's on another planet
Convo's with the broddie cause he really know me
He said I wasn't being 100, I wasn't being holy
Stepping harder with my verses, you can call the nurses
Already knew I had potential, all the pressure made me nervous
The moment in my life when I was dead afraid
Overdrawn by the feelings, I was stuck up in the maze
Wasn't looking for a hand that I just needed a hand
Couldn't do it by myself, I was trying to find a plan
I'm a man who was stuck on the obligations to make it big
Emotions playing through my ears like a jazz gig
Repeat, trying to feel that time again
I commend to express, I ain't here to make amends
Fake friends in the past, they was stuck on breaking tens
Never sorry for the people who my lyrics may offend



Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Smith
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