Waltz On Film
VERSE I:
Cellar rot the dew crisp I
Get by tryna kick it
Drift with swingers like a hinge
Mescaline and skies
Imply this night like a pellet
Taken interest in the wind
Innocent can die
Tick bye in styes
Kept by crackers
And them niggas let em in
Penciling a cry
In pine
Am I really in the business
Or a ticket to a end
Means me
I cannot go broke
CD
I forgot my woes
CC
You adopt those notes
But that carbon on your chest never stop .44
Snub nose
Assist
Run home
Past six
Hot comb with me
It a burn a nigga scalp
Dust snow
Black mist
Come close
That's it
Rock roll with me
When the burden insurmountable
It's uncountable
This damn money
I been with your slut
Yeah the one you call honey
While i bare my soul
Like a Dr. Scholl's gummy
In the air I roll
In the snow a rose coming
It defy all odds like
The number five doubly
Summertime wine
I don't fuck with dry bubbly
And she lost her soul
So she tryna lie to me
Seen the wool get stripped
From a mile in pine country
BRIDGE:
So it ain't sly to me
But I stay for the passion
Fruit juice grape in my pack its
Useless to shake the distraction
What's a long road
With no breaks in the path get
Out my face with that extra shit
Tryna check my chips been known you a cash out
Know that I got a couple crash outs
Step on your neck den flash when you pass out
Nigga
BRIDGE:
(Mumbling)
Ight
HOOK:
Lemme get comfortable
I cannot fuck with you
I got two guns for you
Aim and pop one in you
If I'm in love with you
I can't run up on you
With my enfants not blood
But we could spill some for you
VERSE II:
Strong arm a nigga like Popeye
Bite into her flesh vamp killer like a rottweiler
Not isle of dogs so sick
Leaf fly loose write sweet ganja for twin imma
Bust two shots
Hit him like a spiked cider
Prada's
Not rocking I'm a Ralph rider
I'm a young fresh nigga like a Big Tymer
In the sun flip-flipping through a text smiling
Make a nigga spin like a tutu
Giving me the spits like its usual
I can't think of nothing you could do to
Me imma still stay solid as some couscous
Slit shit nigga been fufu
Still rock FUBU
Sipping on goop juice
Nah I won't shoot you
Imma get dude to
T-shirt stitcher
We got get you on the news dude
HOOK:
Lemme get comfortable
I cannot fuck with you
I got two guns for you
Aim and pop one in you
If I'm in love with you
I can't run up on you
With my enfants not blood
But we could spill some for you
Lemme get comfortable
I cannot fuck with you
I got two guns for you
Aim and pop one in you
If I'm in love with you
I can't run up on you
With my enfants not blood
But we could spill some for you