Slyme

Yeah
It's Proofa
Haven't you figured out by now that
You create it?
(Nah, like, actually with your mind)
'Cause I'll fucking die for this shit
I'll die for you
(Like I dream it, I will it)

What's poppin'
Proofa Slyme
Moving quicker on the beat this time
Run around, I'ma freak this dime
10 of 10, like the free throw line
Talking inches, not feet this time
God was throwing me every sign
"I'm getting off of this motherfuckin' ride, yeah"

Fucked you half a summer
Pulled over where we wanna
Pull out, I wasn't gonna
(Ok, alright)
We was moving kinda quicker
Though faded from the liquor
Love can make you sicker
Than the pills I'd gone off

Well I heard you wouldn't chase me (yeah)
But you just can't erase me (yeah)
You can't just replace me
(Uh-huh, alright, uh-uh)
How much longer?
This is slavery
(It's ok, love, you taste me)
Take your time, come face me
(Alright, ok)
Matter fact
"You should take some time
And think it over
I can't stand it
Leave me fucking freezing
Another season empty handed"
I can see it coming
It's too easy
Like we planned it
Lord been teaching me patience
Been wondering where my faith is

You know
You already know
I want it
(Manifest with my life in shambles
God don't give me more than I can handle)
A lonely, lonely road

What's poppin'
Proofa Slyme
Moving quicker on the beat this time
Run around, I'ma freak this dime
10 of 10, like the free throw line
Talking inches, not feet this time
God was throwing me every sign
"I'm getting off of this motherfuckin' ride, yeah"

Fucked you half a summer
Pulled over where we wanna
Pull out, I wasn't gonna
(Ok, alright)
We was moving kinda quicker
Though faded from the liquor
Love can make you sicker
Than the pills I'd gone off

(Yeah I got sicker
Pour out a little liquor)
I got a little nauseous
I lost it, exhausted
Ain't playing cautious
This a different game
I'm in a different lane
Go get me another one
To fuck on me, bitch
But it's a different hit
This could take some time, yeah
Chronic to unwind, yeah
Living colorblind, yeah
I do
Talk my talk
And I walk my shit
You just gotta give me
A little damn bit
Richer than your wildin'
Wildest dreams again
I'ma roll the dice
And love I'll see you in the end

You should take some time
And think it over
I can't stand it
Leave me fucking freezing
Another season empty handed
I can see it coming
It's too easy
Like we planned it
(It's ok, love, you taste me)

What's poppin'
Proofa Slyme
Moving quicker on the beat this time
Run around, I'ma freak this dime
10 of 10, like the free throw line
Talking inches, not feet this time
God was throwing me every sign
"I'm getting off of this motherfuckin' ride, yeah"

Fucked you half a summer
Pulled over where we wanna
Pull out, I wasn't gonna
(Ok, alright)
We was moving kinda quicker
Though faded from the liquor
Love can make you sicker
Than the pills I'd gone off

What's poppin'
Proofa Slyme
(It's ok, love, you taste me)



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Babayan, Daniel J. Babayan
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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