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Drive
02:30
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No I can’t take you back
She won’t reverse for me
You always got it in drive
Said this never worked for me
Look out ya rear
Or ya side
I fade Away over time
Now you deserting me
Well Guess I preferred the streets
Now im just a rain cloud in yo sky
Was a couple tears still in yo eye
Then it came to night fall
When the lights on
And you think of me
On that drive
How does it feel
You well on your way
One hell of a drive
It drove you away
Ironic as fuck
You was stuck in gear on yo clutch
Ain’t no urgency
When you chirping me
Cause another nigga pulling up
I was busy swerving on the concrete
Til the tire traction got rough
Bitches calling my phone in yo face
Smelling like different shit you don’t spray
Declining all my calls
When the lights off
But you heard it vibrate
Baby thats my fault
My mind lost
Or I’ve lost faith
Gotta get mine off
Cause the night long
And ya car done sped away
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2. |
B Roll
02:54
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I got my angels
Right beside me
Keep me laced with love
Think I see hallows
When I’m faded
I been doing too much
Switch up the angles
How they frame it
I ain’t movin enough
I suppose
this this b roll
Feel like I’m jaded
I ain’t famous
But
Ya camera is on
Like god I made it
Pretty women
Polaroids on the floor
Angels around me
Why surround Me
I don’t know anymore
I suppose this b roll
Glimpse in this life of a don
Angels been callin my card
They laid a road out for me
And told me follow my heart
Don’t take no pictures of me
You wasnt here from the start
But I’m laying in yo bed frame
It’s a damn shame
I don’t know what I want
Taking pictures with the lights down
Know you fuck with this lifestyle
Camera flash look real good
And it make you feel so bright
Wow
Instagram you a center fold
Picture liking on Twitter hoes
Heart telling me you gotta chill
And my ego telling me you boutta blow
Gotta shake ya off
Gotta get ya off
Knock it off with this fake shit
No halo Or crown
And they still around
When we just spewing this fake shit
We drown the out the sound
Music too loud
I fuck you to a few placements
You like how that sound
My angels around
Yeah they looking down
And don’t say shit
No time or patience
Grabba burnin
Smell the shit on my clothes
Sit back and face it
Ashing off yo balcony in the cold
You not my baby
Picture perfect
But you need a new pose
Shawty Go
Let’s see more
Fill up yo tank
And drain my bank
I took my show on the road
You want backstage
And all these thangs
I do just fine
On my own
Next time we link
Let’s use the sink
And I’ll just lift up your robe
Then I’m gone
This b roll
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Tell me how the fuck I look
Just letting you get away
Can I stop by if you still awake
Say how much that lovin you givin way?
Fuck it I don’t wanna know
That don’t help us grow
On the healing thang
Cause the streets is talking and we hearing thangs
I was way in France where the steering changed
It was good wine
Had a good time
It was ifle towers for the blunt size
Then it’s back to Portland when the sunrise
Only got the pride to call one time
But I’ll dial again
Word is you don’t fuck wit me
But you hit my line when I’m flying in
Sending 4 page letters
Ima do it better if you let me try again
From Paris to Portland
It’s cloudy in Oregon
When I get France
Can I fly you out ?
My baby imported
It’s rainy Portland
Let’s get out of Oregon
the sun is out
From Paris to Portland
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4. |
Seams (Interlude)
00:22
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6. |
Rounds
02:15
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I know I said it once before
But I don’t give a fuck
I’m always vibin and front lining
I don’t link enough
Pull out this wallet
Card is sliding
For yo drink or sum
Girl I don’t mind it
If I buy it
Just don’t drink too much
Order them rounds
Swallow it down
You tryna get me fucked up
I don’t do clear
You all in my ear
Said can we just get another one
I don’t do crowds
I don’t clubs
But here tonight we gone
Turn some
Smoke clouds tryna burn sum
Jumped out but the car runnin
Park it ah
Park it ah
Away for me
Valet asking for the make from me
Valet asking for the make and key
Push to start
It don’t take a key
Ordered a drink and chase for me
Dusse I drink the shit faithfully
Order a round
Swallow it down
And you back around
To play with me
Get you a drink
I ain’t never sweating
Club bout the close it’s 137
Bitches is bitter like amoretto
I fucked her once and she won’t forget it
But I get around
Knocking it down
Closing my tab
said you ready
Followed me down
I come around
Stumble around cause the liquor heavy
Fuck how it sound
She lay me down
Then she get on top
Cause I’m drunk and ready
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7. |
Two (feat. Dave B)
02:48
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Hey who’s that nigga
Ego trippin
And Bentley dippin
Love the backseat
This shit get deep
Im swimmin
In it
The money power and pussy
A victim of dealing wit it
Called me last week
Said I was asleep
But I was trippin
Off life and little bit of the shrooms
I fell asleep in the car
Ain’t wanna get out the coupe
Like how I make it this far?
With just a pen and booth
Said I been outta control
But I living my truth
I always wanted a car
I always wanted a coupe
Or spend it all at the mall
And pray to god recoup
I always wanted to ball
Some niggas wanted to shoot
Some how I made it this far l we
I’ll never get out this coupe
Two door swangin
License plate rattling
Trunk banging
Nigga ima swerve
Jump in the coupe
To yo destination
Nigga what’s the word
Gripping the wheel
Hittin curbs
How we roll around
Ruffling feathers flipping the bird
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In a whole new space
When I reach this place
It’s feelin like I do no wrong at all
Had my shit laced
No I can’t wait
They shooting shots
I wanna fuckin ball
So Why switch pace
Cause this ain’t a race
I’m bringing it home on a fucking jog
Dont interfere when I’m on a call
Ride by in tint so they never saw
You on the bench like you Brian shaw
You getting taxed if you wrote me off
Water turned red
I’m bleeding I’m so involved
Love to see my reflection in foreign cars
But This the sweetest you’ve ever known
Rockin until I turn every stone
You not indy you selling shit you don’t own
Won’t no label head slow up my metronome
Cause that water red
But it’s awfully clear
The parts we all have the same parts we fear
Tell em I ain’t scared
Ima rider yeah
I’ll ride for mine
I’ll die for mine
I’ll die in here
Get it jumpin like I’m Zion here
Drop the top I need the sky in here
Niggas never posed to fly in here
But my confirmation say we outta here
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9. |
Corduroy
02:53
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I get closer with every step
I’m breathing again
The soul gave moment to the feet
Nature gave Tree to the winds
I’m over anxious on this path
Mine
I Live in suspense
Like horror movies on a loop
based on yo current events
But ma I gotta stay outside
Imagine me not trying
Stayed up in that class
With this feeling just not dying
Sleeping in a dorm and these dreams just not mine
Told me see the world
But told me don’t pass the stop sign
Riddle me this
Take the shackles off my ankles
Free as penalty kicks
And everybody that was peaking
Took a pinnacle dip
Falling in the avalanche of niggas wishing they hit
Then you was just another nigga out here
Out here wishing for shit
But Lordy just don’t take the dream
Cause if I come up it I’m not left with anything
Couldn’t be a scholar
Wasnt built up for the league
So I’m handing in my dollar bumping Cole up in my beats
Ask my shorty if she got it
This won’t cover anything
you invest til im in debt
And now you want a wedding ring
You ain’t even get to get it
And they wanting everything
My heart rate is getting violent
I’m as tired as it seems
I ask Do you believe ?
In niggas reincarnating again
Coming back when you was counted out
But destined to win
Was desolated
And poorly weighted
Of course it made you Jaded
The monster
You’ve created
Defensive
When I get faded
my intention be crystal clear
And I’m just as fragile
Delicate as a baby’s hair
I just need compassion
And belief in me ima steer
I know often times ain’t take
Wheel
When I was scared
But I learned to drive
And I promise I’ll take us there
Finally found a ride
And the courage to make it there
Call when I’m outside
Told my momma made it here
Why was you surprised
When I told you I’d take it here ?
I’m alive again
I found my purpose
I found my way
All the trials
All the rough shit done turned to corduroy
Energy finally aligned.
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