Of an Era (How We Do)

Lyrically
I'm a dirty bitch
With a worthy hitch
And there ain't no stopping this
It's clear to me
I got 86d
She bound to switch
Now she in a ditch
Baby took a shot and missed
They gonna watch me sway
Up on the stage
I'm bouta take us
All the way
Delete the fake
Hope the real ones stay
Hope you like the surf baby
You riding the unknown wave

Waving while I pass the dispensary
What makes you think you got a right to say hi to me?
Done with your fake as Beaninati
You lucky you caught me in a public place

Yeah
Fuck bois all around me
Dressing my body in sigils
Dead or alive
All of the gods that endowed me
Acting like they've talked to Crowley
I was born in 1639 rowley
Catch me at mass when the flames our surroundings

She telling me how the love fades
Then says it just isn't like how it used to be
I gave you my heart
No shit my fault I thought the love was real
In my mind I thought I could save her
Got a lot of attitude to bite the hand that provides food
Then again I thought she was my lady
Chomp chomp but if you ever fight back that's rude

And Baby I been feeling the altitude
Mediterranean climate the sun shining
On my face I'm feeling fire
Could ya roll another blunt
Lace and smoke it like the Phonix
Environmental disaster the dime packer
How they buy it
Michael Myers in the closet
R.E.D. dead no lying
Gospel in my mind
Don't waste time crying
Saying god is so good
Saying God is so great
I think Id like to be a god someday
Aye
But baby I'm grey
Hoe I can't sustain
Parasocial relationships
Leave me nothing but drained
Half ass friends all left half baked
What a waste
Don't need a cannon mounted on a kamikaze plane



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Writer(s): Allen Perley
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