Why We Hadda Part Ways?
Why we had to part ways
You swore that you would be there for the Dark days, huh, run it up until my heart race
Yeah, get up in the booth, huh, stain a nigga Like a Chardonnay, perfect timing, swear for
God, I'm a cop that Cartier, throwing up the 6 Like I'm sick, bitch, I'm A-OK, throwing
Up the six like I'm nauseous, keep the fakes Away, ride around with my partner like it's
Motherfucking training day, roll that shit up, Blaze it, then we motherfucking fade away
Into oblivion, sliding with my slimey, he gon' Slime you out, amphibian, and we gon
Blow and be the result like some Tritium, yeah, You know we killing em', man, these bitches
Like some fishes, how I reel em', man, yeah, I Swear I'm tough like I got denim skin, yeah
Fuck them Jacksons, I want Benjamins, yeah, I Don't know a nigga realer than me, Summertime
Fun riding jet skis, you know that I'm a pass if You test me, late night riding with the
Gang, you know I ain't gotta worry bout a Thing, no opera, but I let the 40s sing, I
Don't want no drama, I'm just chilling in my Lane, tryna run it up until my fucking ankles
Sprain, I'ma run it up until my knee hurt and I Need a cane, why we had to part ways
You swore that you would be there for the Dark days, run it up until my heart race, yeah
Get up in the booth, stain a nigga like a Chardonnay
You swore that you would be there for the Dark days, huh, run it up until my heart race
Yeah, get up in the booth, huh, stain a nigga Like a Chardonnay, perfect timing, swear for
God, I'm a cop that Cartier, throwing up the 6 Like I'm sick, bitch, I'm A-OK, throwing
Up the six like I'm nauseous, keep the fakes Away, ride around with my partner like it's
Motherfucking training day, roll that shit up, Blaze it, then we motherfucking fade away
Into oblivion, sliding with my slimey, he gon' Slime you out, amphibian, and we gon
Blow and be the result like some Tritium, yeah, You know we killing em', man, these bitches
Like some fishes, how I reel em', man, yeah, I Swear I'm tough like I got denim skin, yeah
Fuck them Jacksons, I want Benjamins, yeah, I Don't know a nigga realer than me, Summertime
Fun riding jet skis, you know that I'm a pass if You test me, late night riding with the
Gang, you know I ain't gotta worry bout a Thing, no opera, but I let the 40s sing, I
Don't want no drama, I'm just chilling in my Lane, tryna run it up until my fucking ankles
Sprain, I'ma run it up until my knee hurt and I Need a cane, why we had to part ways
You swore that you would be there for the Dark days, run it up until my heart race, yeah
Get up in the booth, stain a nigga like a Chardonnay
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Writer(s): Joshua Garcia
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