Kinfolk Two (feat. John Kuddi)
You couldn't tell
Riding down Ida B. Wells
Smoking on Patti LaBelle
Pardon the smell
Fragrance is not what you like
But it's everything coming through mail
Giving you chills
All through your body and spine
Nothing can trigger your kind
Ive seen it once
Typical guy with a hunch
And the rest it was left in the dust
Giving em hell
You cannot stomach the smell
You better call up Vidal
I heard it melt
I heard he breaking the shelves
I heard him ringing them bells
And what did you feel
I feel the guilt
I had a gun in the quilt
I should've been killed
A gun to the temple and squeeze it
Smoking Cohibas
Calling my demons
Aye
Camped out back hotel
Black out whip no tell
Last call not till three
Outside man go free
The restless man OD'd
The bad shit fall on me
Can't catch me no break
I can't lose all my faith
nigga try to run in my safe
And ruin my day
Probably Be the last they say
Came back in this bitch
Left hand on my dick
Right hand on my blick
Vibes like it's from six
But all our views conflict
Get off my wrist
Not at a time like this
When the worlds all off it's spin
I double it down when all of my folks in town
But the boy done lost his shit
Where have I found myself
Couldn't count on y'all help
Now I'm the one they dread to see
Maybe they rather loose me
Cause it's less confusing
Than destroying me mentally
Where have I found myself
Couldn't count on y'all help
Now I'm the one they dread to see
Maybe they rather lose me
Cause it's less confusing
Than destroying me mentally
Riding down Ida B. Wells
Smoking on Patti LaBelle
Pardon the smell
Fragrance is not what you like
But it's everything coming through mail
Giving you chills
All through your body and spine
Nothing can trigger your kind
Ive seen it once
Typical guy with a hunch
And the rest it was left in the dust
Giving em hell
You cannot stomach the smell
You better call up Vidal
I heard it melt
I heard he breaking the shelves
I heard him ringing them bells
And what did you feel
I feel the guilt
I had a gun in the quilt
I should've been killed
A gun to the temple and squeeze it
Smoking Cohibas
Calling my demons
Aye
Camped out back hotel
Black out whip no tell
Last call not till three
Outside man go free
The restless man OD'd
The bad shit fall on me
Can't catch me no break
I can't lose all my faith
nigga try to run in my safe
And ruin my day
Probably Be the last they say
Came back in this bitch
Left hand on my dick
Right hand on my blick
Vibes like it's from six
But all our views conflict
Get off my wrist
Not at a time like this
When the worlds all off it's spin
I double it down when all of my folks in town
But the boy done lost his shit
Where have I found myself
Couldn't count on y'all help
Now I'm the one they dread to see
Maybe they rather loose me
Cause it's less confusing
Than destroying me mentally
Where have I found myself
Couldn't count on y'all help
Now I'm the one they dread to see
Maybe they rather lose me
Cause it's less confusing
Than destroying me mentally
Credits
Writer(s): Manuel Perez
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