SHADE

Back up on this shade the sun don't feel right
I wonder how you make it out in real life
I'm just in this bitch to catch a wave
Always leave me left with shit to say

Back up on this shade the sun don't feel right
I wonder how you make it out in real life
I'm just in this bitch to catch a wave
Always leave me left with shit to say

I got the pump
I got the pump
You don't know there's money In this gasoline
Riding on fumes in the CR-v
Button on mash on eco Yeah that's me
No lights on the dashThat's pretty tings
I do petty things
Satisfy my minor Needs
I'm a cook in a Line
Need money for the ransom
Money for the cure for the cancer
Money for the bottle with the whack Ass Liquor
Every Sip Going to get me sicker
My heart
Got change in the ashtray middle of the car
Got brain in the backseat
Little ass car
Got money on crypto tho
Turned a pic of
My dick into nfts
I Paid minor fees
I'm in the booth Like BB King
I'm babe Ruth like any Swing
I'm in the roots In your tooth like cavities
No oral b
Rather munch on a sandwich
I ain't no punk I'm a savage
I ain't got time That's shit got managed
Everything that happens to ya man I planned it
I planned it
Smoke on the low
Even the vibe
Coming or going
Just keep it alive
I keep it alive
I keep it a
Woof
Woof
Woof
Woof
Smoke on the low
Even the vibe
Coming or going
Just keep it alive
I keep it alive
I keep it a
Woof
Woof
Woof
Woof

Back up on this shade the sun don't feel right
Wonder how you make it out in real life
I'm just in this bitch to catch a wave
Always leave me left with shit to say

Back up on this shade the sun don't feel right
I wonder how you make it out in real life
I'm just in this bitch to catch a wave
Always leave me left with shit to say

I got the light
I got the light
I ain't no con No prototype
I ain't no bum I'm sorta hype
Sorta optimistic
Theirs more to life
Bet I live forever
I know they need me
Open wound on my chest
I'm bleeding
Got my wings now that time is fleeting
Over dosed
Never saw the light
I wanna speak to god
But we ain't spoke in so long
Oldest child
But they wrote the code wrong
Overthinking I drowned it felt wrong
Over thinking I'm back to numb again
Get over your past when you young and shit
Don't use the past as a mulligan
I get to passin' the blunt and shit
I got the mask for the front And the fun of it
Fuck it I'm up in the AM
My lady my money and music
My peace of mind
I don't plan to be losing
I redefine falling up
Out of time out of luck
On the grind in the muck
Barely breathing now you Fucked
Hollow in the pocket nuts
Air it out Yeah and what
Hit the threeFor the clutch

Back up on this shade the sun don't feel right
I wonder how you make it out in real life
I'm just in this bitch to catch a wave
Always leave me left with shit to say

Back up on this shade the sun don't feel right
I wonder how you make it out in real life
I'm just in this bitch to catch a wave
Always leave me left with shit to say



Credits
Writer(s): Henry Villa
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