Gorgeous
Is it good
I post and you could play?
Grown in some useful days
And I'm on some other shit
Chi + Wood
Tea has been good today
Treatments in books + brain
Feelings is not on my mind
Don't try and do me well
Swerving fools been outside
It suit me well
You could tell Susan foolish
I mean It's out it's out it's out
Want me to do?
The moon is out
She talking to you pipe it down
When she talking to you pipe it down
Heat walking to you despite the clout
Eastward it's new when i'm around
And i'm around
Mama don't call me by my name
Brother don't call me by name
Sister don't call me by my name
Some of this sustenance the same
Back when them summers wasn't lame
Back when the sun was feeling tame
Now it's the months is all the same
And I ain't played tag in a minute
Thinking bout bagging some bitches
Coin in the sack with the stitches
Saggin my trousers i'm fitted
And you been feeling gorgeous
Nighttimes
Sometimes
In my arms
I been plenty gorgeous
Nighttimes
Sometimes
In their eyes
They lied to me
No way to be gorgeous
Med... Poppin
Gorgeous like i'm droppin dead
Might just
If i'm loose inside my head
I'm not Frank Ocean nahnahh
Y'all gotta know this
Eviction notice
Suburbia's lowest
Homie i'm homeless
Could you hold me i'm homeless
I post and you could play?
Grown in some useful days
And I'm on some other shit
Chi + Wood
Tea has been good today
Treatments in books + brain
Feelings is not on my mind
Don't try and do me well
Swerving fools been outside
It suit me well
You could tell Susan foolish
I mean It's out it's out it's out
Want me to do?
The moon is out
She talking to you pipe it down
When she talking to you pipe it down
Heat walking to you despite the clout
Eastward it's new when i'm around
And i'm around
Mama don't call me by my name
Brother don't call me by name
Sister don't call me by my name
Some of this sustenance the same
Back when them summers wasn't lame
Back when the sun was feeling tame
Now it's the months is all the same
And I ain't played tag in a minute
Thinking bout bagging some bitches
Coin in the sack with the stitches
Saggin my trousers i'm fitted
And you been feeling gorgeous
Nighttimes
Sometimes
In my arms
I been plenty gorgeous
Nighttimes
Sometimes
In their eyes
They lied to me
No way to be gorgeous
Med... Poppin
Gorgeous like i'm droppin dead
Might just
If i'm loose inside my head
I'm not Frank Ocean nahnahh
Y'all gotta know this
Eviction notice
Suburbia's lowest
Homie i'm homeless
Could you hold me i'm homeless
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