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Bezel Neck

Cweed Goat (W/ Cweed)

Feenin2Feel!

[CHORUS]

I’ve been working on my patience, that’s when all the problems try you though. 

I ain’t seen some faces, but I still knew I could call the bro,

Working on my timeline, I still punch in, it ain’t my time to blow, 

I still get the coin, like I had gone and hit my sonic roll

Yeah, woah, 
Them niggas be tracking my motion so I had tuh off road.

This whip be feelin like a batmobile as far as I know.

I pray I see tomorrow every night that my fucking eyes close,

—Yeah. Hmmm

[VERSE I]

Walk in the party, a nigga so fly he matching Aladdin’s whip.

Already smoked before I came up so no I can’t take a sip.
 
Cant be my shorty she a basic a bitch,
If we being blunt, you ain’t facing shit 
Know some niggas really facing shit,
So lames who I can’t be adjacent with. Mm 

Walk in the party the man,
Feel like my name Sam I am,
I got a pack, why it smelling like green, eggs and ham. 
I take a flight, Peter Pan, woah 
Team Rocket done it again, cause I’m blasting off and won’t land. Ye
She grab my hand, wanna dance, but ion even know how to dance. Ye

—but she want it now, like rent on the first,
shawty she down, my gun in her purse, 
if he play around, I’m looking at her,
if he playing foul, he kissing the curb 
ion want problems, so no one gets hurt
Not one for drama, leave that for the birds 
I’m shittin on niggas, sorry for the turds. 

[CHORUS]

I’ve been, working on my patience, that’s when all the problems try you though. 

I ain’t seen some faces, but I still knew I could call the bro,

Working on my timeline, I still punch in, it ain’t my time to blow 

I still get the coin, like I had gone and hit my sonic roll

Yeah, woah, them niggas be tracking my motion so I had tuh off road.

This whip be feelin like a batmobile as far as I know.

I pray I see tomorrow every night that my fucking eyes close

Yeah. Hmm

(Woah)

[VERSE II]

I promise they doubted a nigga, 
so I had to go overshadow them niggas.
Ain’t mad at you niggas, 
they mad that you with us, 
I’m feeling like thugger, 
let’s run up them digits, 
They ran from that money, 
while we roll/ran up wit it, 
sometimes wonder if things could be different, 
but thank God I notice what things I’ve been gifted, 
so I just stay lifted, humble and pivot, till I can go will it, 
step everyday but I dont got a FitBit,
need me a car but the one with its wrist slit,
15 percent so y’know they cant hit shit,
my dawg was hungry I said go head split this,
Pockets was eating now they lacking fitness
Ride for my niggas no matter the distance,
Static wont jam cause this ain’t jellyfishes.

[SLOWED REVERB CHORUS]

WRITTEN: STYEIN
Produced: @prodbymakxs
Engineered: Andres Enriquez @spaceman-studios

R WE THERE YET? (Prod 6makxs)

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re-written individuality 
overcome isolation...

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