Twin Turbo
Get the Fiji light the cig
O7 to the 6th of the 6th month grinding with Kean
New shit gotta link up
The May shit was fixed
I'm off the lovey-dovey shit tho
Caught the bullet with my teeth
I'm having fucking better day now I'm all around and credits are thrown at me
Right back then they all be forgetting the homage they owe me
Still living in a fantasy
Still on Margiela mentality
Might start a revolution wear a mask
End up a cover for magazines
But I'm sorry baby
I'm staring at the ceiling and I cannot feel a thing
Shit was different when you're with me
But that's okay, my love
We got brighter days to come
Yeah that's okay, my love
Let me get some rest (Uhuh huh)
I gotta be honest man, that shit was trash
Just change the drums and make a second part
Continue
Baby let's speed on a highway and go up to 100 and more
Revving the engine then crashing it down from a hill to a four-starred motel
Your Chanel burn it down
You don't see both sides
Nowhere we go
You get up yourself, my lapel
You grab it, then shoot my head
This mayhem
My life is like a line by Chapelle
I might go David in this shit
Batshit in this shit, show you savagery
No matter how great all the enemies fuck they can't steal my identity
Maybe I might be a narcissist this is the start of my legacy
Ghastly feeling when you know that all had was shit
That didn't even matter to the ones you tried to raise
Fuck off
O7 to the 6th of the 6th month grinding with Kean
New shit gotta link up
The May shit was fixed
I'm off the lovey-dovey shit tho
Caught the bullet with my teeth
I'm having fucking better day now I'm all around and credits are thrown at me
Right back then they all be forgetting the homage they owe me
Still living in a fantasy
Still on Margiela mentality
Might start a revolution wear a mask
End up a cover for magazines
But I'm sorry baby
I'm staring at the ceiling and I cannot feel a thing
Shit was different when you're with me
But that's okay, my love
We got brighter days to come
Yeah that's okay, my love
Let me get some rest (Uhuh huh)
I gotta be honest man, that shit was trash
Just change the drums and make a second part
Continue
Baby let's speed on a highway and go up to 100 and more
Revving the engine then crashing it down from a hill to a four-starred motel
Your Chanel burn it down
You don't see both sides
Nowhere we go
You get up yourself, my lapel
You grab it, then shoot my head
This mayhem
My life is like a line by Chapelle
I might go David in this shit
Batshit in this shit, show you savagery
No matter how great all the enemies fuck they can't steal my identity
Maybe I might be a narcissist this is the start of my legacy
Ghastly feeling when you know that all had was shit
That didn't even matter to the ones you tried to raise
Fuck off
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Writer(s): Abulwafa Adzka
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