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not my song, Support Kota The Friend.

(only uploaded to have on SoundCloud)

Needs - KOTA the Friend

Produced by Matt Burton (@chuup).

Written/Performed/Recorded/Mixed by Tony C (@tonycdoe).

Heaven In Hell

Days go By

turn off your phone.

Cover Art by @luke_barrett

Shout out to Moms, B McCaslin, Luke and my homies for making this possible. 

(Lyrics)

I don't let her call no more
Cut my long distance minutes to a zero
Just so I don't have to hear you (ugh)
It's mista light the L 
Take yo hand in conversation 
She can never even tell if I'm real
Or if I'm playin though

Been a minute since I been in the bay 
Probably get a flight when the money is okay
For now Im just laid off
Every day be my day off
Won’t stop till the views gon pop like the playoffs
Thats straight talk 
Don’t hit my phone you been paid off 
Wavy as bay watch dont quit your day job
Hit the bernie and made off 
Cause I’m quick to curve and evade em
Flip the pencil erase em
Opposite of verbatim 
Thats some thin ice that y’all skating
Back on my own I’m finessing the flow
All of my bars are embezzled in gold
Checking the pics and she rocking my clothes 
Never gon slip so I just let it go

Inhumane the way I spit pollution
Wont take a test at your institution 
Cant cheat the game no restitution
So I crawl the wall and I flash the deuces 
Im gone 

I don't let her call no more
Cut my long distance minutes to a zero
Just so I don't have to hear you (ugh)
It's mista light the L 
Take yo hand in conversation 
She can never even tell if I'm real
Or if I'm playin though


So I keep the apple on moon mode
Won't indulge in no conversation
Got Competition on funeral 
Confidence n not complicated 
No Consequence on my consciousness 
Skip the chapel my own religion 
Grip The gavel no extradition 
No Escobar but I'm bout my business 
No reservoir and y'all thirsty 
Before Tarantino  hit thirty
This generation so dirty
She throw it back it ain't Thursday 


Feel the beat n we bouncin
Zombie when the ounce hit 
Gold cleats n a outfit 
I'm the plug you the outlet 
Before I peace I get em shoutin ayyyee


I don't let her call no more
Cut my long distance minutes to a zero
Just so I don't have to hear you (ugh)
It's mista light the L 
Take yo hand in conversation 
She can never even tell if I'm real
Or if I'm playin though

Where Ya Been?

Groov.