Till Next Time, Soldier
Hop in the whip, in that El dorado
Deadboys pull up, dead girls follow
Ash in the blunt, stress in that bottle
Bury yourself, fill your grave like a bottle
Backseat, connect my thoughts like a fossil
Pushing this gas, let me push this throttle
Z24 it's an older model
But I bet, I won't leave no trace
I'm that kid from the first Ave lake
All of you rappers are clueless, I sit and do this
Cause we are not the same
Don't bite my swag, don't speak on my name
So much of friends that I lost to this game
As I grew older, I knew that they changed
Now that I'm up, all these women wanna play
But back to my lowest point, they used to hate (Yeah)
1 to the 2, Ken's coming for you
3 to the 4, better call your crew
5 to the 6, we come out straight out the blue
7 to the 8, I lost my faith and my soul
Matte black hearse, baby girl this ain't no drop top
Watching how he's moving, time his movements like a stop watch
Catch him at the red, make his wheels and heart stop
Lighting up the blunt, hit the road when its dark out
Flickering the ash, while I think about my past life
Heard you wanna be me, sorry buddy we don't gas light
Plotting how to move, just to make sure I don't slip
Writing down my feelings in this notebook, before I dip
Ha!
Deadboys pull up, dead girls follow
Ash in the blunt, stress in that bottle
Bury yourself, fill your grave like a bottle
Backseat, connect my thoughts like a fossil
Pushing this gas, let me push this throttle
Z24 it's an older model
But I bet, I won't leave no trace
I'm that kid from the first Ave lake
All of you rappers are clueless, I sit and do this
Cause we are not the same
Don't bite my swag, don't speak on my name
So much of friends that I lost to this game
As I grew older, I knew that they changed
Now that I'm up, all these women wanna play
But back to my lowest point, they used to hate (Yeah)
1 to the 2, Ken's coming for you
3 to the 4, better call your crew
5 to the 6, we come out straight out the blue
7 to the 8, I lost my faith and my soul
Matte black hearse, baby girl this ain't no drop top
Watching how he's moving, time his movements like a stop watch
Catch him at the red, make his wheels and heart stop
Lighting up the blunt, hit the road when its dark out
Flickering the ash, while I think about my past life
Heard you wanna be me, sorry buddy we don't gas light
Plotting how to move, just to make sure I don't slip
Writing down my feelings in this notebook, before I dip
Ha!
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Writer(s): Ethan Kyle Haffajee
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