Missouri

(Yeah)
(Yup)

Yeah
Aint no name dropping bitch I'm up
See the grain dropping in my cup
Lose my brain round this time at night
Split one down, roll it, pack it we take flight
Came through with it once
Late night hitting runs
Send it up, it go viral
Run plays like a spiral
Shit jumps like the bassline
Coordinate what goes
So sick we holding on
Cigarettes and she got the wine
(Yeah)
It's in my name like Muhammad Ali
Hang off the ropes and I beat em to sleep
Slide on the waves, it's been a week
Fuck your boy band, this shit is geek
Our misery, nothing to see
I come undone, right through the town
Bringing the wave, cheffing the sound
We not afraid, I been around
Who knows you best
My pen or me
Tell me now, what you been on
Yeah
I'm drumming all night
She clubbing all out
I'm planning to own
All the cities you bout
(Woah)
(Yeah)

Now that I got it, okay
Checking the time, no time to play
Weighing me down, heavy the scale
Bake with the guys, time for the sale
Sit at the top of the table
Sweet, covered in maple
Running up static today
I guess we cut through the cable

Blue and brown they never heard of us
It's been days that I took the bus
Couple years and they proud of us
Never doubted him, he not a bust
Get throwed offa that jack (Oh no)
Go shopping on a track (Yeah)
Pick one and it goes up
Never thought that I'd lack
Don't got no watch I don't care about the time
After some days It'll flip on a dime
Chase got the marg and I'm squeezing the lime
Think about you and these words that I rhyme
Come from a Island, sand in my toes
Back in the heat, back in the cove
Growing the land, tight grip the hoes
Just like the waves, it comes and it goes

Now that I got it, okay
Checking the time, no time to play
Weighing me down, heavy the scale
Bake with the guys, time for the sale
Sit at the top of the table
Sweet, covered in maple
Running up static today
I guess we cut through the cable



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Writer(s): Mustafa Al-mahroos
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