Too Short

Lil mama said that she's starting to hear my sound
Conversations we had under the Raffa cloud
Conversation go bad soon as you bring up my past
But fuck it
I'll play it off like I ain't tight
A bit of sugar make it right
I'm making coffee in this bih
Let me found that you a freak
And it may shock me in this bih
But if I suffer electrocution
At least to the the illusion
That you're alluding
Tell my family and friends

I got some smoke I got some drink
It isn't much
It was just me me and my fam
It was just us
It was just me me and my dawgs
We ain't have much
Some got degrees some got a case
Some got that touch
But I can't hold the storm baby
But I can't hold the storm baby

Why it so hard to let go
Rest in power FSO
Hope god maybe play the explicit one time
Let them listen one time
I don't know it just feels so different sometimes
Why it so hard to let go
Why it so hard to let go
Why it so hard to let go
Why it so hard to let go
Why it so hard to let go
Why it so hard to let go
Why it so hard to let go
Why it so hard to let go
Why it so hard to let go

I got some smoke I got some drink
It isn't much
It was just me me and my fam
It was just us
It was just me me and my dawgs
We ain't have much
Some got degrees some got a case
Some got that touch
But I can't hold the storm baby
But I can't hold the storm baby



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Writer(s): Trey Gibson
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