S.O.T.S

Aite Let's Ride

The types of the fruits
That was ripe outside (Outside)
The kind of their roots
To be line downside (Downside)
A joyride to be hype
On a homies downfall
Let's confide and i'll preach
Like a holy john ball
(Ayyy)
Critisism that broke you into pieces
The effect of thier force
The chokin' hue breezes
So tell me why would you shatter those glasses
And laughin' bout it while they grieve in ashes

Another day pass (Ohh Ohh)
I still bled tears (Yeah Yeah)
For the crimes they outcry
So let it go now
Let it flow now
Burn the slimes
And leave em' to die

I don't wanna fall yeah
Comin' for it all yeah
I'll stand tall
In the squalls of this storm
All of your lies yeah
Get you so high yeah
I'll still fly
In the squalls of this storm

Check this my lil' mind fest an perspective (Ohh Ohh)
And rant this with hate that's your mere objective (Yeah)
I'm puttin' the work while you hating on it
And the term giving up is you
Waitin' for it?
Ooooo please with your hits I'm getting the glitz (Ohh Ohh)
In the midst your piss that I'm bless with gifts (Yeah)
And you feast with so much jealousies that you blitz
Afraid I might move the world call it a telekenesis
So tease on a slime insecurities (Ohh Ohh)
So tease on a slime immaturity (Yeah Yeah)
They fail to try what they should seed
Instead they feel high when they see you bleed
They be claiming they the realest
When its the real thing they turn speechless
Thier biggest failures
Knowing they never try
And to make you fall
To feel strong inside

Aite let's ride

I don't wanna fall yeah
Comin' for it all yeah
I'll stand tall
In the squalls of this storm
All of your lies yeah
Get you so high yeah
I'll still fly
In the squalls of this storm
I don't wanna fall yeah (I Don't Wanna Fall)
Comin' for it all yeah
I'll stand tall
In the squalls of this storm
All of your lies yeah (Lies)
Get you so high yeah (High)
I'll still fly
In the squalls of this storm
(Uh huh)



Credits
Writer(s): Filip Louise
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