PEACE, Pt. 1
Just put the fucking CD, yeh
Good shit, yeh you fucking stupid bitch
You're now entering
(Magenta)
I was just trying to feel you
Trying to get inside you
But I know you don't like that shit
Man I always wanna keep this shit low, low, low
I'm surprised I lasted that long, that long
I'm surprised we on the top floor right now
I'm surprised I haven't lost my life right now
Heartbeat running steady, running from the cops already
Gotta keep my hand steady
I put the paint on the canvas
Traveled out to Kansas
To see if I could land it
To see if I still had it
To see if I could get you back, without magic
Shit was tragic
I came up threw the ball up, shot it like I'm magic
You disappeared out my life like it's magic
You never said bye
I'm always high on my own mind
Living in my own world, and my own time
Man it's 9AM, why you in my bed?
That pussy got that power, uh
She in my room after hours, yuh
(Woah) Young wockstar
Came in like a rockstar
With the guitar, banging back like a rockstar
Got the crowd going back in a moshpit
Hit my wrist real quick lil bitch and get a ice wrist
This for my ATL Sis
Hit this J' real quick lil bitch and face this shit, uh
Trying to spread peace
She cant even pay her fucking lease
Trying to keep peace between your devils and your angels
Trying to keep the pussy between power and the cowherds
They got the wrong people in power, uh
They brain washing the people
They got to open they third eye
Open to the sky
Yeh, Lo Kie
Good shit, yeh you fucking stupid bitch
You're now entering
(Magenta)
I was just trying to feel you
Trying to get inside you
But I know you don't like that shit
Man I always wanna keep this shit low, low, low
I'm surprised I lasted that long, that long
I'm surprised we on the top floor right now
I'm surprised I haven't lost my life right now
Heartbeat running steady, running from the cops already
Gotta keep my hand steady
I put the paint on the canvas
Traveled out to Kansas
To see if I could land it
To see if I still had it
To see if I could get you back, without magic
Shit was tragic
I came up threw the ball up, shot it like I'm magic
You disappeared out my life like it's magic
You never said bye
I'm always high on my own mind
Living in my own world, and my own time
Man it's 9AM, why you in my bed?
That pussy got that power, uh
She in my room after hours, yuh
(Woah) Young wockstar
Came in like a rockstar
With the guitar, banging back like a rockstar
Got the crowd going back in a moshpit
Hit my wrist real quick lil bitch and get a ice wrist
This for my ATL Sis
Hit this J' real quick lil bitch and face this shit, uh
Trying to spread peace
She cant even pay her fucking lease
Trying to keep peace between your devils and your angels
Trying to keep the pussy between power and the cowherds
They got the wrong people in power, uh
They brain washing the people
They got to open they third eye
Open to the sky
Yeh, Lo Kie
Credits
Writer(s): Isaac Williams, Lucas Toth, Noah Rathbun
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