Loaned

Rolling loud, no festival
Split an ounce with an edible
Why you on my dick like you my testicles
I been known to stress alone, lessons come, friends be foes
Been around long enough to know
Can't be prone to hold on to what's meant to go
Got the antidote and a lot of smoke
Can of whoop ass
Stone cold, higher than a rolling stone
I was supplying when I cut class
You a liar and a joke
We live life by different codes, cut from different clothes
I'm on the sauce going hard, honey packs for y'all
Always down, never up, because you know you soft
In a drought we still got it all
Get it from The Source, no middle man involved
We was jumping off the porch when you was scared of dogs
Is she going to fuck, of course, but am I, is where your answer's off
Can't be allowing chaos in my microcosm
She think I'm angry when really I'm just unbothered
Single full time father with a daughter
You really think I'm about to pause around for some fucking nonsense
Boujee mufucka, only use the softest Charmin
That chain you own get tucked in because you know you harmless
Move cautious, you like blood in the water
Surrounded by shark fins
And all of them fucking starving

Face to the floor
When I wake in the morn
Let it rain let it pour
Put this pain into poems
Praise for this form
I can't stay in the norm
What you take, you don't own
But you pay for this loan
Face to the floor
When I wake in the morn
Let it rain let it pour
Put this pain into poems
Praise for this form
I can't stay in the norm
What you take, you don't own
But you pay for this loan



Credits
Writer(s): Cory Rymal
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