know I'm lost in my bread I'm a baker
hopin these words don't break her
follow my dreams I'm a maker
cover your scars in makeup
baby I think we should break up
(hah) it's nothing personal 
just thinking that it'll break us

pull up in a crv
no class but like who are we 
good gas I can see hardly
backwood smoking too gnarly

racks up like cheese 
baby can't read your mind 
can't tell what you want from me
say something!

say something good
got me lovesick
trusted I thought that you would
far from it
bitches got me bored on the scene
gotta wake up
imma go and ball as I please
like the lakers

takin it from me
off a perc I go dummy 
know that it's not good for me
least pain is numbing 
yeah why you gone so far why you running
hop in the whip are you coming
just one thing

know that I can't spread my wings again 
taking the sword put down the pen
better attack I can't defend 
losing my mind yeah lost my head
lost again
making me not wanna try it 
life is so hard yeah wish I could buy it
at least I know I'm still trying
catch you when you lying
off of this gas I am dying
babe won't' you say something

say something good
got me lovesick
trusted I thought that you would
far from it
bitches got me bored on the scene
gotta wake up
imma go and ball as I please
like the lakers

takin it from me
off a perc I go dummy 
know that it's not good for me
least pain is numbing 
yeah why you gone so far why you running
hop in the whip are you coming
just one thing

I gotta a lot of time
so happy to give it up
but I gotta draw the line
mental is getting stuck 
I think I've had enough
I think I've had enough 
I think I've had enough 
I think I've had enough

say something (prod. dercept)

translucent. (Prod. Klosabre)

L.mp3

suppose
produced by @ilygwxn and @rioleyva

suppose ( p. rioleyva, ilygwxn )

yabba gang x fleetwood mac

lyrics-
pour some mud on the rocks yea im feindin
i could crush my crystals, or hang them from the ceiling
you could get another yabba, form a lil addiction
then im gon make some money on him, stack it to the ceilin

i move my shit, cos i gotta feed the whole village
im finna pop a new pillage, im robbing lil bro imma pillage
and im taking his bread crumbs, cos i know that he ain't getting spinach
and i know im him, or at least i was made in his image

i feel blessed, like the sun on my chest
like the sun in my eyes, and i pop me a press
and i aint impressed when im hearing your songs
i just hit next
and im keeping it real, i speak with my chest
i be the one, and you be a pest

i put the don julio in my glass
im way too drunk to drive, how much on the dash?
i dont know the speed that im goin, when i drive like this
i might be going to fast
i might just fuck around crash
this coupe that im driving? crashed
i could make the markets crash
shawty be throwing that ass, but only for me

pour some mud on the rocks yea im feindin
i could crush my crystals, or hang them from the ceiling
you could get another yabba, form a lil addiction
then im gon make some money on him, stack it to the ceilin

pour some mud on the rocks yea im feindin
i could crush my crystals, or hang them from the ceiling
you could get another yabba, form a lil addiction
then im gon make some money on him, stack it to the ceilin

robitussin! w/ reesh (warheart)

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