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Riq - Mistake

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
Okay, that’s that pressure—dial it up, go past eleven (woah!)
They was sleepin’, had to wake ‘em, no more snooze at 7 (wake up!)
I don’t chase, I just replace, my wins got no exceptions (nah!)
They see growth inside my pockets, now they beggin’ for connections (cut it!)
I been stackin’—not a habit, it’s a work of art (art!)
Put the frame around my name, let ‘em play their part (picture that!)
Told the jeweler, “Make it dance,” now it glow in dark (whoo!)
They was talkin’ crazy, now they need a new remark (switch it!)

[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, I can feel the vibe, it’s a masterpiece (yeah!)
I been movin’ through the noise like a silent breeze (whoosh!)
Took my time, let ‘em laugh, now they envy me (envy!)
Put the pedal to the floor, I don’t ever ease (skrrt!)

[Chorus]
I just ran it up, like the rent was due (whoo!)
Told ‘em check the time, sky sittin’ on the jewels (bling!)
Every time I move, make the whole room groove (move!)
If you talkin’ digits, then you talkin’ my mood (let’s talk!)
I was in the cut, now I’m deep in the view (zoom!)
See the numbers climb like they fightin’ for a room (facts!)
Nigas in the back tryna steal my moves (watch out!)
But the way I cook, they could never match the stew (chef!)

[Verse 2]
Run it like a relay, never takin’ pit stops (zoom!)
I been buildin’ different, every brick is tip-top (stack!)
They was throwin’ pebbles, now they see the big rocks (shine!)
Movin’ with precision, had to keep my wrist locked (whoo!)
I don’t take a loss, I just learn and reapply (facts!)
Had to trim the branches, now the money multiplies (grow!)
Every time I talk, hear the echoes in the sky (who dat?)
They was movin’ slow, left ‘em starin’ from behind (bye!)

[Bridge]
(Yeah) Money stretchin’ out like a limousine (long!)
(Talk) Ain’t no cappin’ here, this reality (real life!)
(Drip) Every move I make like a masterpiece (paint that!)
Told ‘em I was next, now they mad at me (stay mad!)

[Chorus]
I just ran it up, like the rent was due (whoo!)
Told ‘em check the time, sky sittin’ on the jewels (bling!)
Every time I move, make the whole room groove (move!)
If you talkin’ digits, then you talkin’ my mood (let’s talk!)
I was in the cut, now I’m deep in the view (zoom!)
See the numbers climb like they fightin’ for a room (facts!)
Nigas in the back tryna steal my moves (watch out!)
But the way I cook, they could never match the stew (chef!)

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im incredibly seamless since I was a fetus, I’m a numerical genius and my genital is a penis I’m sentimental with my sneezes and temperamental with my nieces.  my flows so cool it freezes.  Jesus.  I live on a bench in the back of a van with a yak and a clam and have map of the land of this thing we call hip hop, I cryp walk on tik tok then lip lock a fed fock got a lead foot and a red tush from lying in bed mush in my head pushing a hen in a bush then pretending to blush I’m never ending and nuts I use my pen and my guts to give a pendulum push to the Benjamin’s gentlemen look an Adrenalin rush, listen to zeppelin and Russ and there’s no one I trust I don’t give a fuck and I want to give up.  your fun to fill up with cum and your dumb and I’m smarter than Einstein, they call me the fried guy im on two different timelines.  Mandela effecter with a gorilla named hecter he stole from the zoo and acts as his protector.  Got a rotary phone upholsteries foam and most of these hoes just don’t know me no mo.  I can rhyme slowwwwwwww-mmmmooooo to keep the game in a chokehold 
then speed it up caus I am the goat yo.  master Mc mastering chi, removing my chakras in front of master p.  I’m a masterpiece a faster feast than miccy D’s got a dick with grease ready to friggin please.  Got with Pippens piece Larsa while we were both riding Marta to watch the bulls play the hawks California is where I get my weed, I’m a Bieber fiend, a believer, receiver, and I love to watch glee.  my Apple Watch gleams, your a tadpole at sea hopelessly floating and to blind to see you got a disease it’s called being wack, I seep so much ink I’m peeing black.  the mic? I need it back stop leaving tracks I’m a thieve on wax stealing the beat, charging a tax, departing from lax, farting in first class with Jack Harlow and fergie watching omeabas borrow and merging like adidas thirsting for loose sluts with cute butts to shoot up with goo just do what I do you’ll be fine and get laid too, we will kill both and afterwards we’ll make stew out of there corpses, I don’t reveal my sources, I am what happens when two opposing forces mash together in a flash  Im a diamond flying in lightning to Epstein island to jet ski and find men and friggin delight them when I serve them your ass a balloon with a tight stem I’m speaking of your rectum, Chester? I protect him and if he ran for mayor I would fucking elect him.  im sucking electric from a fucking diametric concentric pathetic generic kid who’s names eric, he smells like a ferret and talks like a Parrot.  so tell your parents we’re running some errands we’re philip and Terrance 2022 with plenty of guns and tools running the fucking fools into the ground that is under the bus that is under the sun with an elephants tusk sprinkled on my mind for good luck my names Charles not barkley or gnarls barfing up Carl’s Jr in the car and tending bar black astronaut to the stars all the scars on the way up are enough to make me throw up but I keep going growing and knowing I’m Edgar Allen Poe mixed with snow and I’m blowing bubbles at you your in rubbles the stew will now have 3 corpses caus I’m counting you.

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Verse:
I get high too much 
Nothing else can break me down now 
Flying up too high
Faded off of this ride 
 I can’t even love 
Cause I know whats up 
Faded all alone
Only way I find it chill now 
You can’t break me down 
Everythings high amount 
Still keep it up with the cash all in 
You don’t even mean much 

Chorus 2x:
I never stop I just go along 
These hoes ain’t nothin cause this money up 
Im faded out bitch im smokin out
Its just too much but then its not enough

Faded Out (Prod. sensous)

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