Fences
Ask me how I'm doing couldn't even tell you
Guess I'm on the fence
Pape comin' in but I got more hundreds spent
We got different lens, wouldn't get it when I vent
Never fitted in but Ion' got no envy pent
(Yop) I deal with vices but that come with life
You got a light? I'll make the winter feel like summertime
Only seen me win I bet you still gone undermine
Don't do no pretend and nigga you not one of mine
I glo alone, Ima shyne where the sun don't
Show and tell gotta be what his gun foe
Them the burbs, youn' sleep where it's cut throat
Checked the stash, I'm on e, what the fuck bro
Out here feeling like I'm Wheeze where the love go
Yop
Okay
(Look) This vacation really cheap I'm where the doves be
And you should take your own advice and fuck me
Stuck holding lows and the highs more than tired
Ain't no malice in my voice but words cheap show the prize
Miss the guys, ain't no question niggas know where I ride
Been more solo than I'm posed to be, been feeling like it's right (yep)
(Look) How I'm doing, guess I'm on the fence
Pape comin' in but I got more hundreds spent
We got different lens, wouldn't get it when I vent
Never fitted in Ion' got no envy pent
I deal with vices but that come with life
You got a light I'll make the winter feel like summertime
(Got a light I'll make the winter feel like summertime)
(You got a light I'll make the winter feel like)
I'm on the fence
Guess I'm on the fence
Pape comin' in but I got more hundreds spent
We got different lens, wouldn't get it when I vent
Never fitted in but Ion' got no envy pent
(Yop) I deal with vices but that come with life
You got a light? I'll make the winter feel like summertime
Only seen me win I bet you still gone undermine
Don't do no pretend and nigga you not one of mine
I glo alone, Ima shyne where the sun don't
Show and tell gotta be what his gun foe
Them the burbs, youn' sleep where it's cut throat
Checked the stash, I'm on e, what the fuck bro
Out here feeling like I'm Wheeze where the love go
Yop
Okay
(Look) This vacation really cheap I'm where the doves be
And you should take your own advice and fuck me
Stuck holding lows and the highs more than tired
Ain't no malice in my voice but words cheap show the prize
Miss the guys, ain't no question niggas know where I ride
Been more solo than I'm posed to be, been feeling like it's right (yep)
(Look) How I'm doing, guess I'm on the fence
Pape comin' in but I got more hundreds spent
We got different lens, wouldn't get it when I vent
Never fitted in Ion' got no envy pent
I deal with vices but that come with life
You got a light I'll make the winter feel like summertime
(Got a light I'll make the winter feel like summertime)
(You got a light I'll make the winter feel like)
I'm on the fence
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Writer(s): Bryan Thomas
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