Silver Linez
The good die young
Good thing I'm still kicking
Always a silver lining
Just got to lay it down and sniff it
It's divine intervention
The way you look at me sometimes
Something so defined just fucking blurring all my lines
Got to rack it up again
Back it up, bitch back it up
I'm back, re-up again
Out just like a foreign
My alibi's name is Lauren
Fucking blasted, yeah I'm soaring
Now I think that she's recording
I feel like a baby
Trying to buy its own crib
Got to put down the sip
Fuck it, get it how we live
No sun without rain, when it rains, it pours
Perky take me away
Do you listen to the words, bitch?
I'm not tripping, tomorrow is a new day
She going through a new phase
Been a long time since my group days
When I age, I still be a roof raise
No, bitch, I don't want your boy's praise
Jordan on a track, this a new race
No support, need a back brace
I don't understand, need to rephrase
Catching air, I'm a Frito-Lay
Just took her ass to Chipotle
We get guac just like a mole
She want to buy me my first Rollie
Desperate, way she try to hold me
My mind's elsewhere, where's the police?
Try not to crash, now I'm a Sully
I was a dork, but now I'm bully
Fuck
Good thing I'm still kicking
Always a silver lining
Just got to lay it down and sniff it
It's divine intervention
The way you look at me sometimes
Something so defined just fucking blurring all my lines
Got to rack it up again
Back it up, bitch back it up
I'm back, re-up again
Out just like a foreign
My alibi's name is Lauren
Fucking blasted, yeah I'm soaring
Now I think that she's recording
I feel like a baby
Trying to buy its own crib
Got to put down the sip
Fuck it, get it how we live
No sun without rain, when it rains, it pours
Perky take me away
Do you listen to the words, bitch?
I'm not tripping, tomorrow is a new day
She going through a new phase
Been a long time since my group days
When I age, I still be a roof raise
No, bitch, I don't want your boy's praise
Jordan on a track, this a new race
No support, need a back brace
I don't understand, need to rephrase
Catching air, I'm a Frito-Lay
Just took her ass to Chipotle
We get guac just like a mole
She want to buy me my first Rollie
Desperate, way she try to hold me
My mind's elsewhere, where's the police?
Try not to crash, now I'm a Sully
I was a dork, but now I'm bully
Fuck
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Writer(s): West Ethan
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