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COLETTE

Sango ft. SPZRKT – Middle Of Things, Beautiful Wife (Stwo Remix)

We all want to feel loved. ILOVEJHENEAIKO !!

Female Energy - Freestyle : Prod. AzZi | Willow

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Xavier Omär fka SPZRKT -  Honest (Prod. by Sam Baker)

FREE DOWNLOAD: http://bit.ly/1OQjZb1

@vicsavemoney

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FreeDownload 

VicMensa-DownOnMyLuck( J-LOUIS Remix )

SDotBraddy's "D.A.B.S"

prod. @jeffkaale

My exes? No, I don’t think about them
I shrink around them
I go to see my shrink about them
On desperate nights sometimes I’m liking every picture on their LinkedIn albums, 
just in case they’re single,
I send winky symbols, I just hint it at ‘em,
I’m not thirsty, I’m just counting fingers at the drinking fountain,
I feel like I’m drowning when I introduce myself to crowds: 
like hi, hello, I dig your sense of style, 
I saw your face across the room and grinned a while,
I wonder, are you into smiles? I pinned a pile of polaroids up on my wall, 
I wish you’d be in one,  a ring or child or wedding hall or aisle, you’d wouldn’t see in them, 
I must profess I self-profess myself a cinephile,
I’ve got every single indie title soundtrack out on indie vinyl
I’ve got some on USB, just tell me where to send the files,
if you think this is dragging on, then you should read my tinder bio,

I used to go to central park in cargo pants and whittle bark off little trees 
like Leonardo to my heart’s content, with car keys from my 97’ Civic on a bench,
I’d grab my metro card and clutch a cup of chocolate from a vendor cart,
and then depart deep underground and check the clock and metro chart,
and that is where I met her, charcoal fingers, she was sketching art, 
my self-regard leapt twenty notches when she looked at me,
I told her I wished I could etch the world out with my pencil marks,
she held the charcoal out, our fingers touched and crept apart,
and when they lingered, 
lightning struck, I know, I saw electrodes spark,
and when she smiled a hundred volts
her pearly whites were thunderbolts,
the room around us did a couple somersaults,
the earth had shifted off it’s poles,
another jolt went through me when she twirled her necklace
we were so electric, I swear the third rail was getting jealous

she curved a crater on the paper with the conté crayon
every stroke she lay spoke to my spirit like she called a séance
her fingertips could conjure chaos, every splash of color camouflaged 
into the page, I swear that she had lingerie on,
I felt the rumble of the subway tunnel crumble up
she perforated scraps of sketches, gave em’ to me crumpled up, 
and bundled up and waved to me and walked toward the edge 
I mustered up the strength to wave back and then dipped off of the bench
the train tiptoed to the ledge, it’s open doors demanded entry
she got in and whispered to me from inside that it was empty
and my heart, it started drumming, my stomach, it started numbing,
the doors began to slide, 

and then she asked me,
are you coming?


charcoal. // X I X X

thank you to everyone for all the support, really

prod. @yungameba
mixed by @tevinwmusic

if somehow scientists proclaim they see the apocalypse approaching 
I would buy a box of tissues, Oculus and lots of lotion 
and just lock myself indoors, I’d build a bunker out of blankets,
a fallout shelter out of sofa cushions, cook a bunch of pancakes, 
while I thunk about my grandkids, I’d prolly have to forage lunch,
or have a bran of storage porridge and a can of orange chunks,
until I reached a shortage, then if I hungered for a banquet

I’d make cocktails, mostly molotov
and waltz on over to a wal-mart with my martyr-like martini bombs and wall it off
so I could have the whole place to myself,

 I’d stop and start to crop apart the shopping carts 
and fashion pitchforks from the bars until I felt a sense of self-defense, 
I’d meld a fence around the produce sector and I wouldn’t have to spend a cent, 
I’d set up tents in electronics and wouldn’t have to send the rent, 
Instead of panicking, I’d marshal mannequins, pretend they’re friends
and host a massive slumber party in the “home and bedding” end

cause all I need to be content, is room and board and solid food
if I end up the last on Earth, then I’d adore the solitude
and I don’t mean to sound too rude, I just don’t really find it strange
that I don’t care the way we go, whether it’s war or climate change
atomic bombs or comet craters, hordes of zombie space invaders,
angels singing psalms while Satan’s satyrs crack through the equator
either way we’re gone, and I don’t feel the need to lift the rug,
if I can spend my final moments happy, I don’t give a fuck

I’d do my best to reconstruct tho, if let’s say the apocalypse 
caused major drops in populace and hit New York’s metropolis, 
I’d obligate myself to help me congregate the boroughs, 
add some zeroes to the census bureau’s copy room materials,
I’d even copulate with girls to help repopulate the world
cause that would be my duty;

 maybe I’d do what Jehovah would
and go for broke and build an ark of fifty cubits gopherwood
but leave the termites out cause surely that would not go over good

If I knew the world was ending
I’d start texting all my exes
and fuck ourselves to death until Jesus resurrects us
and the trumpets say 
it’s judgement day…

cataclysm

Something New

Thank you to everyone who listens to my music.

Other Forms

Afternoon

thank you for ALL the support 
mixed by @tevinwmusic
prod by @yungameba

music video: http://bit.ly/2yaRgA1


I like to think I’m well-equipped as any other average guy 
but I just can’t discover love and I don’t even set my standards high
on top of that, I’m camera shy, maybe I should opt-out of the dating pool
and be an undercover tinder samurai

cause I would rather type online than whisper in a dingy bar
and swiping left and right could be my new bushido ninja star
and I’m well-versed in virtual lovemaking ninjutsu 
on every profile pic I post, I’m posing with my shitzu
or flexing with my shirt off cause I heard that gets you hits too

Especially OkCupid, I’m like Eros or the cherubs be,
I pierce hearts of women with my cursor and my arrow keys
and disregard my Roman roots and choose a font that’s serif-free,

trust me,

 I’m a tinder bio brainiac
the way I kindle fire with matches, I’m a pyromaniac
on christian mingle, I’m a casanova,
if ya’ll don’t think so, y’all can ask Jehovah
check your inbox, he might send an answer over

I wish I had the muscles of a granite sculpture
I would log on ashleymadison and bang adulterers
I’m so lonely, I’ve considered farmers-only
just for someone’s arms to hold me
also, I’m really big on agriculture

but if I had that body of a grecian god
I would trawl on pof.com and use it as a fishing rod
and hope I don’t get catfish,
the fact is if I did, I’d probably play along cause god knows I could use the practice,

and if I’m aching for my roots, I’d visit shaadi.com
message islamic wahhabi hijabi hotties “salaam”
and sunni, shia, those are both denominations I respect
cause I just care for our connection, 

I don’t care about the sects

sometimes I uninstall my apps in reckless insurrectious rage
and then regret it while I check the craiglist missed connections page
and then I think that I should get out more and disregard my mobile cell
and get to know the local teller at my barnes and noble well
and check out what she’s reading while she’s charging up my total sale
and ask her if she likes the novel,
and once she answers, ask her if wants to grab some coffee or some ice cream waffles,
and she’d probably say that’s awesome, 

 I’d ask her when she’s off of work,

 she might answer “midnight”

 I’d tell her that sounds awful, 

what a bummer, and from somewhere
I might muster up the nerve to get her number,

 and I would ask her what her digits are
and if I play it right then I can disregard my ninja stars, 
say sayonara to katanas and my other weapons too 
and try committing by committing online dating seppuku

tinder samurai (video in description)

mixed by @ibr 

chords: twitter.com/samsaraps/status/818863039768367104

we’ve been dating for a year and a half now
it’s time I spoke about the way that I feel
and yes, I think about the future we’ll have but
how can I be certain your love for me is real

girl, I’m ready to commit, to get closer
I’m dropping hints, I’ve got the question rehearsed
but there’s one little thing I’ve got to get over
there’s just one little favor you’ve got to do me first

And if you let me, baby,
you can start the countdown

All you’ve gotta do for me, my darling
is ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

it’s been weeks since when I first popped the question 
pulled the ring out and then spoke from the heart
you were sobbing and I don’t think that you heard me, 
don’t think that you realized my proposal had two parts

now we’re walking hand in hand to the altar
I’ve gotta tell you, you look perfect in that dress
and yes, I love you babe, in sickness and in health but
before I say “I do” to you, I’ve got one last request

n’ I’m so happy, babe,
to have you as my spouse now,

but first, before our vows you’ve gotta vow to me 
you’ll ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

so we did it, took the plunge into wedlock
you were waiting till’ the both of us got married
let’s get consummating, I could make your bed rock
but first, just pull your phone out, girl, before I pop your cherry

and if you let me baby, I could bring the house down
yes, I’ll take you to pound town    
but in the name of love, amor  
I’ve got a shameless plug before
I plug you
just ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

and don’t act like you’re blameless
like you’re beyond my reproach
how much fucking work does it take to make a single playlist
or throw me a repost

I still remember when I fell for you, your smile
resembled that of Aphrodite’s, I wished I could call you mine
forever, now we’re man and wife and we’ve made vows and walked the aisle 
I’d never thought that me and you would be here, soon to raise a child
together, I know this is special, we’ve put in nine months of time
and effort, so before your water breaks I’ve just got one last final question,
all I need’s your soundcloud information, you can type the letters,
babe, I know you’re close just hold your labor off till I press enter,

and you see that orange button?
there’s no need to be reluctant 
all you’ve gotta do is click the mouse down
it would mean so much to me, my baby
if you ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

one little favor

prod. @corybear
mixed by @ibr

shout out stream squad

I think in I’m in love
but I’ve been feeling otherwise
these flutters in my stomach aren’t butterflies but cutting knives 
and not the butter kind, and if you listen close when she begins to speak, you’ll hear a couple hundred sighs and the collective shut of eyes, letters linger on her lips like lullabies, I think I’ve  drowned a couple times inside her opal-colored eyes, she could do something as simple as sit down with the grace of Olympic dives, a perfect 10 photo shutter finish on her cocoa butter thighs, X catch her wearing loose pajamas on a sunday and she’d overshadow any supermodel on a runway, when she wakes up in the morning up she smells like vanilla essence and the bittersweet recollections of your adolescence, summer camp and piano lessons and presents you got on birthdays, orange creamsicles and double plays on first base, and walk past her in the halls and if your shoulders feel the slightest brush then you might melt to liquid gold, the lightest kind of midas touch, I’ve seen the way she drinks espresso during classes and reshapes a paper cu p into an emerald-covered chalice, sugar packets pouring crystals, napkin origami cranes, gunning gorgeous glances to me through her giorgio armani frames, she’s nearly perfect in 
almost 
every
way 









. 



.


.
but she’s got shit taste in movies, ask her for her favorite titles and she always likes to say she’s down to go see anything by shyamalan or michael bay, and also, she’s a psycho in the kitchen, 
it’s a travesty, what kind of fucking monster cooks their pasta in the microwave? 
and she does this thing where she corrects your grammar if it’s wrong and clicks her tongue and winks and shoots a playful finger gun as if she’s won some sorta contest, empress victor-of-a-conquest, mrs. armchair shrink, let me fix you with a comment, princess kick you when you’re down, worshipper to a godhead, it seldom happens that she listens to my voice and doesn’t chime in quick with unsolicited advice, an unapologetic tyrant of passive aggressive rivalry, ask her a question and catch and handful of sass and irony, and trust me, she is just the worst at board games, debates about the rules like legislators at a court case, tampers with the scales of justice, wielding pencils as her gavel, once I even caught her cheating while she kept the score in scrabble, she’s a fucking wreck at checkers, plays monopoly sloppily, always bringing up disputes in games of trivial pursuit, sucks at battleship and risk, she fights better hand-to-hand, 
and don’t even get me started ‘bout how trash she is at candy land

but I’m no adonis either,
fashion sense abysmal, I’ve got two nirvana t-shirts 
that I wear to formal outings and I’ve never owned a cardigan,
catch me buyin’ cargo pants at target from the bargain bin
drink milk straight out the carton, use my hands to scoop out margarine
breakfast table etiquette makes up our morning arguments
and I’m not a glass half full kinda guy,
shipwrecked, flags half-mast hull kinda guy
I never was an optimist, not too good at compromise,
the problem is my ego’s far too fragile to apologize
but she always calls me out and takes me down a couple pegs too
it’s always nice to have somebody close who double-checks you
and honestly, we wouldn’t be ourselves if we were different 
yeah, she’s clumsy and I’m stupid, those are things that we can live with
being perfect’s unrealistic, either way I like our flaws
the way I crack my knuckles often, the obnoxious way she yawns
the way I stutter when I flirt cause I’m not very good with courtship
the way she’s gotta pee the first ten minutes of a road trip
how when she cuts her pancakes it’s in slices, not in squares
the way my daily coffee intake is a crisis, I'm aware
the way I talk in crowded theatre and the way she parks in parallel
the way she goes through pints of ben and jerrys salted caramel
the way...

slide in my DM's

butterflies

Off The Jump Presents a new single by @atwood

Produced by: 
https://soundcloud.com/soundsofadream

Mixed by:
@ibr

Cover Art by:
@chriswrightotj & @iamsamsa

Stay tuned on our Social Media

twitter.com/offthejumpmg

www.instagram.com/offthejump

and by visiting www.offthejvmp.com/

Lyrics:

Back seat
With a nasty
Yuh.
Cover girl
I'm just being blunt
She likes rolling til her toes are curled

Passing
Yeah we classy
Check.
This material
On the way up
We be goin to another world
×2


On the way up
On the waaaaay up, with you
×4


You told me you were different
Not the same inside but the same image
Not the same set of eyes that i lay witness 
The change that you made is it the way that you framed finished
I could've stayed in it
You didn't want to
Now I'm breaking all these old habits like junk food
Now I'm waiting for the slow pass that'll come through
And until then i guess I'll just do what i want to

On the way up
I could see the faces
I could see the make up they paintin onto the changes
I had found myself on the way I'm glad he could make it
I'm happy to say that
I always knew i could handle changes 
I used my brain you played with Saint Laurent
Instead of bandaids you used Louis Vuitton
You knew he was onto something 
Even though he was off
He on the way up while you hangin at the beauty salon


Back seat
With a nasty
Yuh.
Cover girl
I'm just being blunt
She likes rolling til her toes are curled

Passing
Yeah we classy
Check.
This material
On the way up
We be goin to another world
×2


On the way up
On the waaaaay up, with you
×4

Atwood - Back Seat

First drop of the Felicity collective !!
Produced by @hakaisu and performed by @love-sadkid
mixed by @halberd-3000

hakaisu & love-sadkid - Much Love

mixed and coproduced by @halberd-3000 and coproduced by @niyawn
Art by @Chrosky
I been doing a lot of short songs lately but I hope you guys rock with this <3, more music soon

So I, see myself waking up next to you
And then I wake up and proceed to send a text or two
I'm wreckless and I'm jealous I'm confused at why you'd mess with me
I'm but some plankton in this deep blue see
I'm average, got some baggage but I'm different and I swear it
You been treated like a jester but I'll show you how I'll cherish
The sweetest pick of the bunch, and the mindset of a runt
In the pack that he can't manage but he tries to avoid damaging you
It's me, it's me, and I been thinking of we, me and you, and I, and us
Believe, the fact I'm tryna treat you like a queen
Up in this castle that I'll make from all the better memories we've yet to have
So don't be mad at me, when I say we're meant to be together cause it's gravity
You're like the sun because you light up everything in my world
And though you're irritating I would never change that you're my girl

All these late calls we waste away our time my dear
I just forget my line my dear I'm thinking of you
I can't say more, I'm focused on your shine my dear
I love these summer nights my dear with you

Summer Nights (prod. Halberd x nion)

Off The Jump Presents a new single by @headhaunter and @iamsamsa

Produced by:
https://soundcloud.com/xmittens

Mixed by:
@ibr

Cover Art by:
@iamsamsa

Stay tuned on our Social Media

twitter.com/offthejumpmg

www.instagram.com/offthejump

and by visiting www.offthejvmp.com/

i’m not your average superhero, 
i don’t wear a cape or tights
and you won’t catch me slinging webs through cityscapes, 
i’m scared of heights
i’m not your textbook superhero
i can’t levitate or fly
but if you pass the sunday crossword, I won’t hesitate to try
i’m not the type  of vigilante who goes off avenging homicides
more the kind to just correct your comma splice,
constructive criticism supervillain, yes, i’m honest when I prompt advice
but even when a novice writes I always leave my comments nice, 
leap buildings in a single bound, y’all should see the way my fingers race
through city streets of letter keys whether double or single-spaced
faster than a speeding bullet
if you’re talking words per minute
write so comprehensive each bullet loin t holds the world within it  
power like a locomotive, discipline of sage strength 
essays that I write are twenty pages past the page length 
not the man of steel but when i sit to write i’ve got no kryptonite 
as long as i’ve got coffee i can sip tonight 
call me cyclops, i’ve got laser vision page revision,
not a next-gen x-men, but i’m crazy with the red pen  
mutant when I’m writing, yes, my drafts have got evolving genes
watch me wielding clauses like I'm wolverine

I’m not your average superhero, I don't mask my voice like this/
secret identity's dull, I don't see a point in it/
I'm not out here to save the world on day/night protocols/
I just take my Pryde in sentence structure, phase right through the walls of text/
polished, read a second time, kind of like Professor X/
but I read essay lines instead of minds until they're all correct/
triple check that proper punctuation ends it/
perfect verbs with fantastic nouns like Ben Grimm/
spin webs of any size and catch a reader's attention/
nab plagiarists like flies, I write with tingling senses/
swing right overhead with lines of super tensile strength/
fingers type like streaks of light, whether past or present tense/
I arrive just in time, type more than Cyborg/
not Robin, no red or green underline eye sores/
I channel Raven, write in style of Edgar Allen Poe/
no green eyes, but tackle any beast of rhetoric that you know/
they can call me any hour, but they view it as a lesser power/
when my essays get an A on top, like Avenger's tower/
in the meantime I think I'll go into hiding/
a reckless vigilante with his helmet on, still writing/

Headhaunter x samsa - Superlative Heroes

intro 1st verse: https://soundcloud.com/atwoodotj
cover art: https://soundcloud.com/mysticalfluff
mix: https://soundcloud.com/atwoodotj
sexy beat: https://soundcloud.com/skyhighbeatss

Atwood:
Ay, she aint really with me on the low down
But she been fuckin with me for a lil while
Ay, my girl stuntin somethin on the whole town
Ay, my girl nothin to fuck with on the low down

Ay
She been something fi-fiesty with it 
With the slyly hinted love
Ay, she aint gonna fight fight me with it
We a tightly fitted glove
Yuh, every night we high key might be livin like we like to get in trouble 
Aint tryna pop ya bubble
I just wanna tell ya

You. Are. My. Medicine. .medicine
To más like Edison Edison
Aint no better one better one
Yo ass heaven sent heaven sent
And i saw that shit like "hellooo"
No ring on you yet no
That's okay though
We just playing
Wanna go, then just say so
We ain't staying
Yeah, you know how that thing go

RYCE:
You're delicate like tulips 
Our two lips kiss carelessly 
To the soft tender noise of nothing
Our expressions add together
Till we forming equations
Ain't mathematics but this love has gotta equal to something
See every single time you're near me 
Clusters of feelings come eroding
Until I'm blushing uncontrollably 
Im tryna stop this cycle
But you're my addiction
I keep pressing rewind on our button I can't help my self

You've got this vibe I can't resist
So I I I I'm in love with your ass with your ass with you yo
You've got this vibe I can't resist
So I I I I'm in love with your ass with your ass with you
yeyeye

Luv ft. Atwood [prod. Sky.High]

Off The Jump Presents a new single by @atwood

Featuring:
@toccimc

Produced by: 
@pinkgucciworld

Mixed by:
@ibr

Cover Art by:
@iamsamsa & @chriswrightotj

Stay tuned on our Social Media

twitter.com/offthejumpmg

www.instagram.com/offthejump

and by visiting www.offthejvmp.com/

Lyrics:

Girl wanna roll like sushi
Told her i could rap like sushi
Told her i could lay her on a mat like sushi
Said she want it raw like sushi
Sushi sushi
×4

Sushi sushi
Said I'm on a roll like sushi
Sushi Sushi
Ya i got the rice like sushi
Sushi sushi sushi sushi sushi

Ya i got the rice like sushi
I'm quite nice
She juicy like mike and ikes
I might, go sign up for the mic tonight
I might, go grip up on her thighs tonight
Walk up in the crib see weed like sushi
Gettin paper like loose leaf
Gang gang make a movie
Throw it in a doobie
My dogs got goofy 
Groovy
Ooo she give coochie
Ugh
Eat her eat her up like it's poutine
Beat it beat it up that's the routine
Heatin heatin up we aint need another two seater
Ooo she the one who see the sun
Give it to me
You be the one dudes seem to want
But she give it to me
Filet the cut
Then lay it down
We chop it up
We playin round
We eatin sushi
Sushi sushi sushi sushi

Yeah i keep it nice like sushi
Yeah i got the rice like sushi
Ugh, Kinda white like sushi
Kinda fried like sushi
Kinda kinda high like usually
Kinda tight like sushi
Ridin ridin by in a hooptie
Ya bitch gon fuh me
How she gon say i aint funny when she laughing though

That's impossible
I got laughs and a sack of dope
I got cash for the tab, i hope
(Laughter)
I mean you could always pay for me
You could always stay with me
And get ate you my favorite piece 
I clean plate like ABC
A young freak how my lady be, said

Girl wanna roll like sushi
Told her i could rap like sushi
Told her i could lay her on a mat like sushi
Said she want it raw like sushi
Sushi sushi
×4

Girl wanna roll like sushi
Whip in the hooptie
Another nut in the cookie
Girl wanna get real loopy
Make a little movie
Real south like Boosie
Lay her flat nigiri
Back and forth she a ferry
Legs, head enziguri
Wasabi over that curry yeah
Good green for us to wrap with
On the mat she doin backflips
On the net we stay catchin
Flick of the wrist fly casting
My teeth white like albacore
Booty fresh from the flower store
Eat up and then find the door
But she still beg for an hour more

Girl wanna roll like sushi
Told her i could rap like sushi
Told her i could lay her on a mat like sushi
Said she want it raw like sushi
Sushi sushi
×4

Atwood - Sushi (ft. Tocci)

feat. @chriswrightotj
prod. @shabaclava
mixed by @ibr
mastered by me
art by @basedjuanempire

listen on spotify: open.spotify.com/album/2BcbRSQex0…u5SlyDaaxpxbGtmg

Lyrics:

And the road aint ending soon i know

I been inside of my lane
I been outside of my frame
I wanna ride with my mains
But they all over the place
We'll be all over the place, soon
×2

Yall is not speaking my language
Yall is not speaking my language
Uh
You need to watch who you came in with
Them dudes not with you they fakin it
Yuh
Yall is not speakin my language
Yall is not speakin my language
Uh
Only ones do, who i came in with
Them is the dudes ima make it with

You do not know who you playin with
I brought the games out the basement
I didn't do it for god no man
I just did it for the sake of it
Catch me outside, i aint startin shit
That was me doin some marketin
Yah
I just came in with the squad and them
Now look at what we accomplishing 
I got some promises

Always thought about nothin til i got torn up out it, got torn up out it
Got dropped to me and my brother then we made more up out it, made more up out it
Yall aint talkin bout nothin cuz you don't know about it, you don't know about it
I mean look at who i come up with we brought the squad up out it, brought the squad up out it
×2

Yall can't fuck with this shit I'm dropping nah 
Yall can't fuck with this flow, flow
Been on point with my day ones, 
But we bout to be all on road, road
Way we planning you ain't understand it,
You might think we talking in code, code
Got a lot of beats on my hard drive 
But that shit been running too slow,
Sample all this animosity 
Lately getting too personal
Need a base to form this isosceles,
Someone's gotta be Perceval
All this old shit still been haunting me 
You might swear I up and just cursed the girl
Nothing you got so astonishing I'm doing backflips off the vertical

Language ft. Chris Wright (Prod. by RXSES)

Prod. by @rxsesmusic

Mixed by @ibr

I found a reason for this eyesight
Looking over crowds keep the lights bright
Trying to connect like I'm wifi
But they bars low, gotta get they minds right
And I hate this shit college life, 
studying for a 9 to 5
And my whole crew got island vibes
So they trynna keep us off satellites
But fuck that, i'mma make it world wide
While I'm trying to forget bout my old life
They been on the wrong side, trynna say they know wright
But a little white lie make you go blind
So I just try to keep it like a Hunnid witchyou
Fuck black and white we so unofficial
do the wrong thing trynna get they shot back, like they been out here straight pumping pistols
And, you don't know the half of it, I can see all the strings like a bad puppet
Wanna hop in the ride when the cab bumping, but if the gas low, 20 on they all bumming
So if lightning strikes in the same place twice,
Know that chidori stream like Netflix
And If I blame my vice for the holes in my life,
Know that she probably leave like brexxit

So for all my life
I done took bad advice
Always had to pay that price?
Still tried to roll that dice

But the highlights stay bright, bright
Yeah the highlights they glisten, glisten
And the highlights stay bright, bright
Yeah the highlights they visions, visions
I lit a fire and it showed my way
So the sun stay shining upon my face
All the time I spent never went to waste
Cause if you still here then I'm in my place
So the highlights stay bright bright
Yeah the highlights they glisten, glisten
And the highlights stay bright, bright
Yeah the highlight they visions, visions

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Highlights || prod. by Rxses

Chris Wright / ennis joslin / lifelike. / cemdrive

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