WHY? DAMN!

Second law
I know you get this shit 
Knowing you get this shit 
Swear to god all of the niggas who hate on me 
They gotta get this shit 
I live the life that I love that I get it I see this shit 
And that’s that memories and they know that I can get that shit 
We keep on rolling you know that we don’t gotta deal with it 
We get the peace of mind you know what I’m chasing it 
The paper they talking about me but the shit that they’re saying… 
I swear to god this not the love that we gave not the same 
I be just studying the flows like I’m the scientist 
Hindering that’s the shit they be just trynna be doing to me 
Study the Bible you get the flows like the deuteronomy 
I be the one she been rolling with you keep on choosing me 
Bands on a nigga he counting men you cannot get this shit 
They wanna push me to the wall you don’t want me break this shit 

I know you get this shit 
Knowing you get this shit 
Swear to god all of the niggas who hate on me 
They gotta get this shit 
I live the life that I love that I get it I see this shit 
And that’s that memories and they know that I can get that shit

2nd Law - Peace Of Mind

Feelin Like

TAAV - CCRYSTXL (prod. By TOOSÄ)

LONG TIME AGO
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Credits:
Produced by Bryann & Greco
Written by Greco
Performances from: 
Greco, Bryann, Liv Mason, Ella Strooke, Trinity Noelhart
Distributed through 'Greco Creative'
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LYRICS:

Bad lil’ thing, she got midlife crisis
Bad to da bone, she a freak, like Isis
Straight to the point, jump man, jump Michael
Land of da new, this the new whip title

All all
All, bad, bitches, up, Memphis
Cut to the beat, cut, cut to dependance
Lord on da back, she serve double sentence
Down no round, need swerve my intentions

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How ya so fleek? Needa back that shit up
Why ya so quiet? Turn that ratchet shit up
Noise in da back, I’m like 4 rounds drunk
Take on the tab, dat shit adds up

Wine on her bra, tryna dine at the club
That’s what ya get, mix da class, wit a buzz
Eye’s gon’ split, 4 rounds too-fucked, 2-
Broads, Siamese, I’m too turnt up like-

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Bad lil’ thing, she got midlife crisis
Bad to da bone, she a freak, like Isis
Straight to the point, jump man, jump Michael
Land of da new, this the new whip title

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Bad lil’ thing, she got midlife crisis
Bad to da bone, she a freak, like bite this
Straight to the point, jump man, jump Michael
Land of da new, this the new whip title

All all
All, bad, bitches, up, Memphis
Cut to the beat, cut, cut to dependance
Lord on da back, she serve double sentence
Down no round, need swerve my intentions

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I’ll tell ya what it is
Issa Aperol and Spritz
If they mixin’ da alcohol
See dem’ no spitters quit

Theres some caution, in ballin’
No dress, throw a fit
You best not look at me
There’s only pride in this bitch

Stars in the building, I’m losing my phone cell
Orbitin’ these females, the motive, I can’t tell
She spreading the sheets, and that’s my queue to exhale
Can’t spell “thats my excellence” without “thats my ex cell”

Now let me take you back to the beginning, only better
If Minnie Mouse, got tail, then I might let her in my sweaters
Her father tryna reach her, girl ya know you better answer
Now she-
Talkin’ through that Greco song, fuck it I’m getting fed up

Using sophisticated vocabulary, to my bedroom
I don’t mind if you givin’ brain, cause I got headroom
Kitty wit da cat in da hat, that’s mas-Suess
If this is an occasion, my specialty is my exit

WHY? DAMN!

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