Whetting Whistles
Uh, yeah, oof
Let me slip into this bath right here, oh
Hey, shut up
Shut up, man
Go light a candle or something
You're ruining my vibe
Yes, you
Yeah, you, in the turtleneck
Yeah, haha
It's like, uh
I have no time to play with you
I must float, and the brook is take-takin' you
And the rook of all pieces is raping you
Checkmate the fake, they gon' wreck the truth
Time is on my side, and I'm tracin' you
Why waste my strength? I'm just racin' you
I'd rather form a ladder than reach for a ladder
Try to climb with the rhyme and get fatter
Or more fat, whatever you'd per-fer, the fact is
I just do the dream, then pursue taxes
And a big fantasy with a mattress
You make your bed, and you lie on your mattress
I must move along with a pin in the song
And I hope that my heart stays strong, yeah
Yeah, let the wind blow
Haha, yeah, rolling up my window
That's culture
It's comin', y'all
It's one thing I learned in the North Hill streets
A man has to work if a man wants to eat
It's wild in these creeks
The peaks hit home, but the very next week, it's gone
No matter what I do
It's not working
No matter what I say
It's not working
The composition is different, that is certain
Let the wind blow, haha
Thank you, thank you, yeah
Hey, yeah, thank- good job, good job
You can go- you can go ahead and, uh, blow out that candle now
I love you
I love you
I love you
I need you
Let me slip into this bath right here, oh
Hey, shut up
Shut up, man
Go light a candle or something
You're ruining my vibe
Yes, you
Yeah, you, in the turtleneck
Yeah, haha
It's like, uh
I have no time to play with you
I must float, and the brook is take-takin' you
And the rook of all pieces is raping you
Checkmate the fake, they gon' wreck the truth
Time is on my side, and I'm tracin' you
Why waste my strength? I'm just racin' you
I'd rather form a ladder than reach for a ladder
Try to climb with the rhyme and get fatter
Or more fat, whatever you'd per-fer, the fact is
I just do the dream, then pursue taxes
And a big fantasy with a mattress
You make your bed, and you lie on your mattress
I must move along with a pin in the song
And I hope that my heart stays strong, yeah
Yeah, let the wind blow
Haha, yeah, rolling up my window
That's culture
It's comin', y'all
It's one thing I learned in the North Hill streets
A man has to work if a man wants to eat
It's wild in these creeks
The peaks hit home, but the very next week, it's gone
No matter what I do
It's not working
No matter what I say
It's not working
The composition is different, that is certain
Let the wind blow, haha
Thank you, thank you, yeah
Hey, yeah, thank- good job, good job
You can go- you can go ahead and, uh, blow out that candle now
I love you
I love you
I love you
I need you
Credits
Writer(s): Alfred Darlington
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