Bad Romantic

South Of France

FRIENDS KEEP SECRETS

More/Diamond Ring (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & 6LACK)

Starrah - Codeine Cowgirl

Written, produced and performed by Cássio.

She's Better (Produced by Cássio)

Ghost feat. Amir Obè

produced by Matt Kolb
guitar solo by Dylan Heidt

Dylan Reese - senseless

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http://nickcartergreen.us/believeme

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I been trying to write this verse
But it’s getting worse time and time again
I don’t know why my friends fly in the wind
Off top like I forgot the pen
I’m without the kin
I only want the Barbie
I don’t why I say, I say this hardly
For everything that I said, I said I’m sorry
‘Cause you know that my back’s against the ropes
That’s why my niggas smoking dope
Real shit ‘cause it’s getting hard to cope
Our whole school system is a joke
Our kids won’t get the chance to grow
They trying to shoot us in the street
So we keep the heat
Know we keep it close
Won’t go, so I pass the 9 to Fiive
Go live ‘cause they wanting you to blow, my nigga

Half of my life, I’ve been losing it
They always had something to talk about 
The shit that I heard it was ludicrous
I guess why they call that shit word of mouth
Drip, drip then for the Cauca’ 
Safe to say that they hate me now 
But I can’t hate them back
Mad love for the kinfolk that ain’t kinfolk
I’ma make them put it up like Debo coming 
Chain gang, oh, there he go
Hate from behind my back
But in my face
You say that my flow nice ass nigga
That shit tight ass nigga
Do it for the low
Mmm, half price ass nigga
When you gon’ learn that we more than that 
Learn that we more than black, nigga

This shit is easy
Believe me
My mama, my mama been telling me
Just take it easy
‘Cause nigga I know now
What you niggas can’t be

No navigation, I’m used to this road
M, P, boy, I’m too used to the NO’s
You’ll be surprised what they do for a vote
Safe to say that ain’t never been me
They saying I’m speaking too loud 
I’m used to not speaking at all
Spirit is tall
Try knocking me off
You don’t want to get Nick too involved, sigh
Y’all really be macking the rest of your life 
I could tell you niggas that ain’t way 
If you thinking that’s the way to your peace 
Might as well go and get you a plate 
This really for the inner circle 
This really for the inner circle
Don’t fuck with niggas, we’ll hurt you 
Don’t fuck with niggas, we’ll hurt you

This shit is easy
Believe me
My mama, my mama been telling me
Just take it easy
‘Cause nigga I know now
What you niggas can’t be

I might switch the flow up
Just check the glow up
They know that a reign’s coming
Hold on motherfucker, did you say something
Saying that you stay stunting, but you stay stunted
You don’t get it
Think these little niggas
Too worried ‘bout the bitches
Too worried ‘bout the cars
Too worried ‘bout the riches
Been telling them they’re washed
Should worry ‘bout the dishes
But they worried ‘bout the sauce
Wouldn’t put you on my chitlins
Lenses on God, that’s high note
Spyro, hot for girlfriends I know
(So holla when you get a pair)
Shit, holla when you get up here
I’m on a different plane
Call me David Blaine
Make your baby mama disappear, bitch

If all that we got is us, fine
Please forgive me
Now I see that I’ve been blind
Give us love
Give us one last time
Love is what I need to help me know my name

South Of France

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