S.P.U.K.

Got that Band-Aid on the scar, we fixing the patch
Got some features on the bar, we making the tracks
I ain't shallow but I'm pretty subtle
I'm sweet like honeysuckle, you know I avoid the rubble
I'm like some Walgreens dollar treats
Sticky sweet, beat the heat
It's 101, we having fun in the sun
And I ain't make it a bum, hope that I make it a buck
We talking classic conventions of all the snacks in my mentions

We talking sour patched up kids
Tryna fix all the wounds that you punched in
Lotta backlash flow from the mouth to the wind
Ain't sugarcoat, my tolerance awfully thin
We talking sour patched up kids
Tryna make the most of shit that we stuck in
Tryna create our own fate, hope it's sweetened
Kick back cause this life meant for me then
Enjoy the freedom

Baby watch out cause I'm sour, I'm sweet, I'm gone
Can't even pout cause my sugar tooth be small
Ain't got time for them silly, petty games and the calls
Baby I got standards now, but you still break them all
Got my synth and my soul flow, better watch out cause I can handle it solo
Cane sugar be dripping out through the floorboards
Three strikes, now I got points on the scoreboard
But it's not like we counting

We talking sour patched up kids
Tryna fix all the wounds that you punched in
Lotta backlash flow from the mouth to the wind
Ain't sugarcoat, my tolerance awfully thin
We talking sour patched up kids
Tryna make the most of shit that we stuck in
Tryna create our own fate, hope it's sweetened
Kick back cause this life meant for me then
Enjoy the freedom

Imma vibe and go
No need for control
Drizzle like some honey I got bees taking a dose
It's a self-vibe, mighty high on this conviction
Let me life my life, your involvement ain't a condition
We in the zone right, S.P.U.K. alright
Turbulence on your flight
We like sour straws, break them off at the right time
No crimes on my account
You better lighten up before these moments really go south

We talking sour patched up kids
Tryna fix all the wounds that you punched in
Lotta backlash flow from the mouth to the wind
Ain't sugarcoat, my tolerance awfully thin
We talking sour patched up kids
Tryna make the most of shit that we stuck in
Tryna create our own fate, hope it's sweetened
Kick back cause this life meant for me then
Enjoy the freedom



Credits
Writer(s): Aaliyas Thompson
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