pandemic is over, get hyped again and PARTYYYYYYYYYYYYY

YOUTUBE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CyziyuJw1Gw
SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/album/7jZIPBhKCduwWueZhWDtqM
APPLE MUSIC: https://itunes.apple.com/album/1591499098
INSTAGRAM: https://www.instagram.com/sustasusta
VISIT https://www.sustasusta.com

Video Concept by Kartik Gupta
Shot/Edited by Patterson Productions
2021 ESSENTIAL HARASSMENT

LYRICS:
(Grrrr)
Woo
Woo

Woo
Woo

(Let’s go!)
okay I got it
pull up, ya I skrtt
(skrtt!)
we gon' keep on riding
i leave you on the curb
uh
uh
check your mileage
then check up on my worth (shtacks!)
i got a milli(on), my wrist
and that was work (that was, that was)

had to pop it
so we could keep on skrt(in)
(skrt, skrt)
flex designer
public figures dropping percs
(perky!)
you like that sake
put some in your purse (unh!)
Yeah I’m skrtin in your lane
Pull out, reverse

(Woo!)
pop star
heard they popped smoke (pop)
same clothes
smoking big dope (gas)
Hella flame
like dat guc(ci) mane
shot him down
and its case closed (brrr)
Same time
I’m making hits tho (hits, hits, hits)
With a pack a belly’s, need the real smoke
My pocket watch is counting big dough

Suck a dick if you don’t feel the flow
Suck a dick you don’t got any hoes- (nah)-

Pretty bitches on a island (huh!)
Stick with Susta yeah we flying (woo!)
Public figure so no violence (pa)

Ain’t fucking with that fake pink (no)
Eating paper like they macros (hrrrr)
See waseem at the top, pro (wha?!)
Pop smoke?
Nah I’m Pablo
…
(Let’s go!)
Richard no Millie
I’m first (I am)
I don’t got no time to rehearse
I’m stacking the bag why
You utterin’ curses (uh, uh, uh)
Never knew freedom could hurt, shit
I came with fire
You can’t even write up a verse, bitch
pen keep on moving in cursive
Burdened with glory and purpose
I check you right in a hearse, kid (woo!)

Look at my shit
It whip so fast
Drop it down low
(Yeah drop that shit!)

Y’all are my kids
And you eye my status
Pop you in the dome
(Yeah I pop that shit!)

Don’t copy my drip
Cause you oh-so-average
Keep it on the low
But I fuck your bitch

go call yo’ chick
Need to sort that shit
Hope you caught my drift
Yeah I skrt, (I’m lit!) (grrrrrrrr!)

okay, I got it (got it!)
pull up, ya I skrtt
(skrtt!)
we gon' keep on riding
i leave you on the curb
uh
uh
check your mileage
then check up on my worth (shtacks!)
i got a milli(on), my wrist
and that was work (that was, that was)

had to pop it
so we could keep on skrt(in)
(skrt, skrt!)
flex designer
public figures dropping percs
(perky)
you like that sake
put some in your purse
(unh!)
Yeah I’m skrtin in your lane
Pull out, reverse

NINTENDO (LYRICS IN DESCRIPTION)

LYRICS:

Replay this one when you’re feeling mellow
Each day the sun sets and sits on my soul
These days I’m losing the habits I loved
These days I’m trying for better

Out of belief I’ll walk the long way
Out of belief I want y’all to see this
Out of belief I’ll walk the long way
Out of belief I’ll even close my eyes

Gotta believe
Gotta believe
Gotta believe
Gotta believe

Out of belief, I’ll do my best best
No time to sleep, I want y’all to feel this
Silent appeal, to be one that’s in
Crazy to keep all of yourself so tight, cause

Some day you’ll wake up and see yourself old
Some days you’ll wish you went back to want more
These days they run by so fast you won’t know
This day go for love and live your life

Gotta believe
Gotta believe
Gotta believe that you’re the best best
No time to sleep, I want y’all to feel this
Gotta believe

Replay this one when you’re feeling mellow
Each day the sun sets and sits on my soul
These days I’m losing the habits I loved
These days I’m trying for better

Gotta believe I’ll walk the long way
Gotta believe I want y’all to see this
Gotta believe I’ll walk the long way
Out of belief I’ll even close my eyes

Gotta believe
Gotta believe

Gotta believe

believe (lyrics in description)

SPOTIFY / APPLE MUSIC here: fanlink.to/rwb-susta

_____________LYRICS BELOW_____________

Look to the side, there’s a cop in that whip
I ain’t having this shit, yeah it’s bad for the business
I’m blasted as fuck so I swerve out the bitch
If the sirens go off, imma burn up their tickets

Red white and blue, that’s my sign and the cue
Yeah them Michelin's smoking, just look at 'em (go!)
Been training for this since like I was like 6
I would whup all the kids at the PS2 (woah)
Now a young man and I’m hot with it
Never get caught with it
Yeah I done dealt with the dough
But they still talking shit, throwing shade on my hits
I can see they want all of the smoke

They want all of the -
Smoke, smoke, smoke
Smoke, smoke, smoke

Heard they want all of the, all of the -
Smoke, smoke, smoke
Smoke, smoke, smoke
Heard they want all of the (unh)

Outlaw
In the middle smoking bath (unh)
In the pool like a bath bomb (splash)
Moving paper like I’m past law
Yeah I’m packed unh (unh)
Cracked up
All my doggos come crack ya (baow)
Like a MIG, sip forty-six while the homing beacon
Come smack ya (come smack)

Why would I deal with you freaks (goooone)
When I can just ride with the homes (slide)
When I can just chill in the heat (the heat)
And eat provolone in the boat (by the bowl)
So tell me lil’ bitch what you see
Like Rapunzel, look out the window (the ‘do)
Take a look for the po in plain clothes (the po)
Take a line and it feeling like home (gas!)

The mix gotta be dirty, pass the lean
Love the muddy (Bling, baow)
Ooh, I make you take your leave, day 1, Kid Cudi (right out the show)
Woah, I might just call the hoe, sometimes I can’t help it (whole lotta bank)
Gang, and if they done come with the pigs
Get outta my face (hey!)

Red white and blue, that’s my sign and the cue
Yeah them Michelins smoking, just look at ‘em (go!)
Been training for this since like I was like 6
I would whup all the kids at the PS2 (woah)
Now a young man and I’m hot with it, never get caught with it
Yeah I done dealt with the dough
But they still talking shit, throwing shade on my hits
I can see they want all of the smoke

They want all of the -
Smoke, smoke, smoke
Smoke, smoke, smoke

Heard they want all of the, all of the -
Smoke, smoke, smoke
Smoke, smoke, smoke
Heard they want all of the (unh)

Karma told me bring the power
Industry full of the powder (Stomp on it's feet!)
I was taking cold showers back in 17 cause Romil told me that shit heat
Sitting on the highest tower
Rolling up flower, watchin’ for shots in the street (hey!)
And if it’s goes fucking sour
Know Sus was no coward
He’s been on a spree murderin’ beats

(Yeah!) Sluggin it
I'm thugging it
Speakers been boomin', we running up Sustanance (Oh yeah!)
Been hustling
Bitch knew me back when we was rolling on suba-stance (hey!)
You on my team if we’ve stuck through the suffering (gang)
Clean up the city, and help out my bruddanem
Street after street we uncovering circuses
Break out the bats
We don’t fuck with no government

I was big chilling
No gulag today
You won’t catch me complain
On my birthday they legalized weed (they did)
Pooling the cash in the safe
Need to keep that way
I keep spending that shit and with ease (hey!)
Cause I love a line with the steak
With a side of some J’s
In the studio, elegant, clean (gas)
Been having the time of the day
Till I look through the haze
See the po’ in the distance and leave

Red white and blue, that’s my sign and the cue
Yeah them Michelins smoking, just look at em (go!)
Been training for this since like I was like 6
I would whup all the kids at the PS2 (woah)
Now a young man and I’m hot with it
Never get caught with it, yeah I done dealt with the dough (hey!)
But they still talking shit, throwing shade on my hits
I can see they want all of the smoke

They want all of the -
Smoke, smoke, smoke
Smoke, smoke, smoke

Heard they want all of the, all of the -
Smoke, smoke, smoke
Smoke, smoke, smoke
Heard they want all of the (unh)

RED WHITE & BLUE (LYRICS IN DESCRIPTION)

Getting paid is one of my favourite drugs
I like that shit too much 
But now I’m caged as fuck
Yeah,
They got me trapped, like “raps sexy…but can you put a downpayment on a crib with this shit alone?” (No)
And yet, drizzy drake said that’s dumb as shit (dumb)
Along the lines of “you should buy some verses, fuck a crib” (fuck ‘em)
Either way, the point is guwap got me hooked 
Got me moving by the book, grinding 9-5, I’m selling it (hey)

6-9 we up in this, you bet we getting lit (bet)
Future president, no negligence, still out here smokin’ kill (yooooo)
If we spot the opp, we orbit it, don’t give it time to chill
If you on my block and you ain’t with it, you can’t be eating meals
You can’t be acting ill (no)
You got no money to your name
You just rapping ‘bout the bills
But you don’t get em, a shame
A tradegy 
But big Sus here to gather thee
Imma tell you all a story
Spin the truth ‘bout some savagery (ooh)

I’ve been searching for some meaning
I’ve been looking for the real
Everybody wanna love and everybody wanna live
Everybody want the best but there’s a few that’ll make the bills
There’s a few that’ll make it big 
I’ve been studying from the best to beat the rest, I’ll keep it real (hey)
I found part of it is skill (hey)
And the other part I’ve known is pure determination, will
Don’t forget to count the bills
This shit fucking loves the bills
If I had to be honest with you man
The fucking fact is that…

Getting paid is one of my favourite drugs
I like that shit too much 
But now I’m caged as fuck
Yeah,
They got me trapped, like “raps sexy…but can you put a downpayment on a crib with this shit alone?” (can he?)
And yet, drizzy drake said that’s dumb as shit (dumb)
Along the lines of “you should buy some verses, fuck a crib” (ooh)
Either way, the point is guwap got me hooked 
Got me moving by the book, grinding 9-5, I’m selling it

9-9 we up in this
Throughout we rolling dope (dope)
Riding in the Sunday whip
Just box’d the car in smoke
You can tell we on some dummy shit
Go past the point you’d choke
See us sliding round with hundred bills
The bag is not a joke 
It’s not a fucking joke
what’s got me laughing on the side
Is that all you fucking dummies blow your cash on some stupid ass shit (waa)

You a stupid ass bitch (true)
Have you ever heard of a 401k? (Have you?)
RRSP? (Huh?)
TFSA? (Wha?)
Go put some money in there
Don’t come at me with that broke girl, broke boy attitude (mmm)
Man get the fuck outta my face
Don’t fuck up my energy man
Just get paid

FAV DRUGS

Unh-huh unh-uh
Unh-huh unh-uh
Susta

Ever since I was a youngling
Knew I weren’t meant for school
All I wanted is do video
Back then music ain’t cool
And if it was
Then I was blind to the social status
But one thing I knew
Being creative
One of my bigger talents

And so we flash forward a couple years
I was in the pit
Karachi boy, never at home, always with the kids
Kicking about, when I should’ve gone to my tuition
My father paying mad money so one day I could do shit
I spent my time in a hidden room grinding for grades (grind)
It’s where I learned how to bullshit, that’s a skill that stayed (it did)
Back in the pit, stress is high, never hit a J (never)
Naive as fuck but that shit changed when I moved away (whew)

In 2015, age of 18 found myself in the North
To be specific, Kelowna, another K town for short
And this the same like Karachi, just a killer winter (cold)
But that ain’t stop all of the shit that I was getting into (nah)
And I did it all, a lot of shit that I don’t care to name (no!)
But some shit I will, like the music, where I got the name (hey)
Susta Susta, the other me got me eyeing fame (woo!)
Yet at the time, my buddy Max was hiding all his pains (my man)
Could’ve kept an eye on that shit, could’ve been a better friend
But when he passed I couldn’t let him die in vain (no)
I took a year off, contemplated then was back again (I’m back)
My homie karma and I rhyming, we was making jams (jam)
And that shit good while it lasted but God had bigger plans
When Karma stopped, I crossed out a Susta from my name (gone)
Still did more songs with the homies and a bunch with Comish (hey)
And dropped a mixtape, Sustanance, you bet that shit was legit
With 14 tracks, super gas, I was just playing games

In 21 I left Kelowna, needed time to reframe
My perspective, but shit, Vancouver just don’t hit the same (it don’t)
No more homies, only ppl trying get ahead (yo)
My work-life balance it suffered, I think it needed meds (it did)
My routine crashing and buffering, couldn’t make amends (nah)
My parents happy and they pushing me to get ahead (gone)
For life, and if you brown then you know what they meant (huh)
For the others, they just wanting me to get in bed
But for now, all that talk I’m gonna fucking end (end)
I need more money, more influence, maybe a bigger benz (hey)
Need more people, more videos to start bigger trends
‘Cause I’ve been living in these cities, taking lil’ pieces with me
For them pits, all I wanna do is make ‘em peng (peng)
Found my meaning and there ain’t none that could be a threat (nah)
For the only cracked-out Paki rapper to run in these ends
Is me, bitch

THE PITS (INTRO) - A Tale of 3 Cities

(Yeah)
(Mmm)

Bags on me
Just bags
Father told me to stay low
Never sleep, always crash
Foreign bands raining slow-mo
A lotta numbers if you asking
Make ‘em all come and hit a pose
Leave the room when you hear the tone
Medellin, give a dog a bone

What (what, what, what)
Yeah…check us now, in the centerfold (hey!)
Imported cash got her in the zone
Just burn the pack, smoke another one
Then another one
And another one
Check my lungs, they like 1 of 1
Hit my line, we gon’ have some fun
Cuantes pesos, quattro chica some

Bottomline, know I keep it tucked
Kill the beats, then I eat 'em up
Winters coming, got ‘em freezing up
Packs coming, I don’t need a plug
Bands stacking, yeah they creeping up
Bags on me like I need a bunch
Me vs you it’s like three to one
Smoking shit until the tree is done (unh!)
Yeah I’m all about cash (ooh)
Never pretend like I needed love
Why these haters lookin' mad (ooh)
Don’t think I wanna be keeping touch
Don't think you want me to feel the rush
fuck up your life in a second
Get outta my face and my section
Don't worry ‘bout me and my brethren

Bags on me
Just bags
Father told me to stay low
Never sleep, always crash
Foreign bands raining slow-mo
A lotta numbers if you asking
Make ‘em all come and hit a pose
Leave the room when you hear the tone
Medellin, give a dog a bone

What (what, what, what)
Yeah…check us now, in the centerfold (hey!)
Imported cash got her in the zone (zone!)
Just burn the pack, smoke another one (we smoke!)
Then another one
And another one (lungs)
Check my lungs, they like one of one (woah)
Hit my line, we gon’ have some fun (woah)
Cuantes pesos, quattro chica some

Run Medellin (Cuss ‘em) (que!)
Run up the scene (yaaaa)
We had to run it on live (live, live, live)
Hop in and lean (dash!)
Take you inside of my mind (ooh)
Take you in the back of my ride
We slide
You grindin’
I’m high
Up in the land of desire (Ooh)

Yeah, there’s where I’ll be
Please don’t come looking for me (que!)
And please don’t keep knocking for answers (nah)
You know that shit don’t come for cheap (it don’t)
We have to run off the vibe, vibe, vibe, vibe
I’ve been overseas
Take you inside of my mind, mind, mind, mind
Lost in Medellin

MEDELLIN

COOK CITY is both a physical & mental place. Being in COOK CITY is a state of constant hustle, where the grind is everlasting. It’s also a physical place, Vancouver (CN), where the artist Susta (from Pakistan) lives. In COOK CITY, Susta asks the listeners to “Come ride with me, see Cook City”, to visit the grimy city but also see the frame of mind he’s in.
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LYRICS:

(Cook city)
(Coooook city)

I'll be in cook city
I'll be in (I don't know when)

Up in this hellhole
I'll be in cook city
I'll be in cook city
Can I leave? (I don't know yet)
Gotta live with the devils
I'll be in cook city (be in cook city)
Right or a left
Either way gon' ride through the false
Either side overrun with the dawgs
A brother gone dark, if I'm honest
Not feeling myself, like I'm haunted
Obsessed with the grind, don't call me
Don't call me
Don't call me, yeah
Slide thru the grime like I'm him
Cook city
Tight with my time
So I lost some friends
Still haven't blown
Can't take your pity
Still outshining, I'm up in your head
The real ones stay, they know I'm okay
Still the devil good at trapping with its cold lies
Gotta speed up ahead
Like, hold this
Bet it felt like I'm cracked this whole time

Been locked in the city in the stu (vibe)
Other me grinding, at work for the P's (grind)
Think I'll never know when the cook really over
Like it ain't written in my book to find peace
On God tho, I need it (I need it)

Teach called me a fool, that's a bummer (bummer)
Never thought I could live through my dreams
Gone long on this thing, like a stunner
Ol' Sus got the party staying litty (trap)
Doing well for myself I'm told
Never good speaking 'bout my feelings (nah)
But Big Sus cut through your heart cold
Blink twice and it's over (it's over)

We glide thru the strip, 150 (150)
Take pics in my whip, look pretty (look pretty)
Come ride with me, see cook city
Cook city, cook city, cook city
Uh haa uh, uh haa uh
Cook, cook, cook city, cook city
Uh haa uh, uh haa uh, uh haah uh
See cook city, cook city
Uh haa uh, uh haa uh, uh haah uh
See cook city, cook city, uh haah uh, uh haah uh, unh hunh huh haa

34 ounce to a litre
I got so lit chugging straight aquafina
Delete her off snap, got the camera roll feature (snap)
BeReal no cap yet the cops do a seizure (woo)
Crossing the borders, hide something illegal
Back in the days we were running up kilos
Now I just chill, upper echelon people (hey)
Whole body scan, get me Dr. Elina

What?
(Whole-body) (Hey)
Take off the lulu, it's time to get naughty
The party get hotter as we touching bodies (smack)
I pull the door open and pull the third shawty
We smoking the shit in the toilet, can't stop me
(Gas) (check your flip phone)
Yeah, the addicts keep calling
I pass it to spliffy, he's gone, yeah he's Audi
His 4 pockets full, in the others, deposit
Now bounce

Cook city
Cooook city
Susta

COOK CITY

LYRICS:
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(Hahahaha)
(Susta)

I got a lot of dirt on my mind
Like storm weather
They wanna press ya
Don't care about your stressors

Tryna squeeze us by design
They want the "yessir"
No room to mess up
King Slime the real oppressor

Cuz the math not running (hey)
The work unbecoming
The tracks stopped coming
And the grind now hurting
I said the math not running
The work unbecoming
The tracks stopped coming
And the grind now something else (yeah)

Told to shut up and follow their methodology
Honestly, I know I'm better than all of them
With more cards than me (huh?)
A different prodigy
Nobody in the family comes close to going as hard as me
Laid a map to the stars, like astronomy
Graduated, a master but y'all dropped out on 3
Every once in blue moon, they tell me yes that they gonna be
Back, they gonna drop gas, they gonna get racks
Then they ask, will Susta still be around to cover their ass?

Yeah I will, tho you never did
When it started to matter, you just got up and left (goneeeee)
The relationship between my stature and work was a threat (unh)
See me painting my pictures, in it not one regret (yoooooo)
Made them really feel a certain type of way for sure (for sure!)
Pointing exits like you wish I would go thru them doors
Bitch, Sus in full control (unh)
Work through the overdose (yeah)
King Slime gotta chill before I go and blow
Just thought that you should know

I got a lot of dirt on my mind
Like storm weather
They wanna press ya
Don't care about your stressors
Tryna squeeze us by design
They want the "yessir"
(Yes) No room to mess up
King Slime, the real oppressor

But the math not running (nah)
(Make it make sense)
The work unbecoming
(This shit ain't fun no more bruh)
Plus the tracks stopped coming
(P Bottlenecking my time)
And the grind start hurtin'
Yeah, the grind now something else (hey!)

Cook all the beef
Blood on the mats, don't make a scene (nah)
Give em' the cheese
Left holding crumbs, then rinse, repeat
Repeat, nurturing leads, get me outta here, I gotta be
Bigger than Ye, pushing P
The addy go down, easy, easy, easy
Your gun only shoots BB's (pew, pew)
I like my suits just like my chicken
Means I need the 3-piece (Hunh?!)
Agree that I'm the next, I feel like Michael going hee-hee
Early work complete, GG
I'm way too turnt, come see me (hey!)

(Hey) The grind, the grind
The boss, King Slime
Wants you for life
They clock your time till your demise (facts)
Surprise, surprise, won't let this fly
We'll call the riot, I ain't the slaving type that they wanted, like

Bruh
I swear I'm over this stuff man (I swear I'm over it man)
The constant snaking, ghosting, lying, probing
All these people have held so much power over me (f*ck)
And for what (and for what, bro)
Nah, it's done
I'm outta here
Unh
Sus

KING SLIME

LYRICS:
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Thank God that I'm fortunate
In too deep, no holding back
When I see the T.I.N.G
I would go so low for that
But I'm more than that
Hold my hand
Let me be your quarterback
Can I call you B.A.B.E
Let's just get this show on track

But it turns out that you're rude
Want me to feel I'm like I'm doomed
Want me to watch you do you
Don't, girl, you look so nice
But you're not nice, you're rude
Look what you're putting me thru
I'd never do this to you
Sucks now you're not my type

So thank God for my moral map
Like ABCs, know all of that
So if you need to come sit by me
Let them check your hallway pass
It ain't more than that
I'm over that
One two three, please hold the cap
Now when I see the TING
Close my heart, I know this trap

Mi amor (let's go)
Mi amor
Mi amor
Mi amor
Mi amor
Mi amor
Mi amor
Mi amor

See the fam, say what's up
Greet my homie, what's good
But should I engage when you're around
I don't suppose that I should
Learnt from the errors of our past
Burnt by the trials of our youth
So my vibe shouldn't take you by surprise
I put up walls if you're untrue
Don't mean that I won't come through
Doesn't meant that I didn't care
We've pulled back layer thru layers
Learnt that I'm wasting my time
Back then the mood was just vibes
Just sum' you could feel in the air
It's true, what I said in your ears
I know it's gon' be alright

Thank God that I'm fortunate
In too deep, no holding back
When I see the T.I.N.G
I would go so low for that
But I'm more than that
Hold my hand
Let me be your quarterback
Can I call you B.A.B.E?
Let's just get this show on track

But it turns out that you're rude
Want me to feel I'm like I'm doomed
Want me to watch you do you
Don't, girl, you look so nice
But you're not nice, you're rude
Look what you're putting me thru
I'd never do this to you
Sucks now you're not my type

So thank God for my moral map
Like ABCs, know all of that
So if you need to come sit by me
Let them check your hallway pass
It ain't more than that
I'm over that
One two three, please hold the cap
Now when I see the T.I.N.G
Close my heart, I know this trap

Mi amor (let's go)
Mi amor
Mi amor
Mi amor
Mi amor
Mi amor
Mi amor
Mi amor

Rude (LYRICS IN DESCRIPTION)

LYRICS:
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Uh-uh
Uh-uh
Uh-uh
Uh-uh (Mmm)
Been taking way more naps
I've been really slow
Lately feeling sad, though it's sorta subtle
Think I'm losing track, fail at keeping up
Looking for a path but I don't know where to go

Suddenly I'm tasked
Just to fuck it up
Suddenly it's my bad
More than taken for granted
I've been on the road so I think I'd know
When it's finally time to say bye and to let go

I-I've been looking through old photos
We look fun in all those memories
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

I'd be lying if I said I wish we couldn't roll back time at ease
Ah, ah, ah, ah

Cause since my days have gotten quiet
It's got me trying less to feel complete
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

In truth it's better with the silence
At least now I get to live in peace, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ye-ah

I smell the loud
The wind brought a present with it
I feel the rain
Think 'bout my life back in the city of droughts
Crafter of sound
The party it'll never die when I'm in
Beneath the rage, my skin
A mask that few could surround

I-I-I smell the loud
The wind brought a present with it
I feel the rain
Think 'bout my life back in the city of droughts

Crafter of sound
The party it'll never die when I'm in
Beneath the rage, my skin
A mask that few could surround

I've been looking through old photos
We look fun in all those memories

I'd be lying if I said I wish we couldn't roll back time at ease
Ah, ah, ah, ah

Cause since my days have gotten quiet
It's got me trying less to feel complete
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

In truth it's better with the silence
At least now I get to live in peace, yeah
Yeah, yeah, ye-ah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ye-ah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah

Memories (LYRICS IN DESCRIPTION)

LYRICS HERE:
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Think I've been hypnotized (hey!)
Need you to come a lil closer
Think you could be my type (my type)
Come with and let's go slow, yeah (unh)

Si, I need you in my life
And I know you could stay much longer
Way past the sun goes low, girl
Let's take the first flight back home

Like oh my, oh my, oh
Yeah it's that time of day
When the music starts to play
Make yo' body rock and sway
You cry so good
Swear it feels like holiday (feels like holiday)
Got me high, I'm in outer space
But with these feelings
I need to hold the corner
And then slow-whine it
One-time it (yeah)
Then I'm throwing it back to you

Come in closer
And then go right in
No need for silence (need for silence)
I just love the way you move (Hey!)

Think I've been hypnotized
Need you to come a lil closer (yeah)
Think you could be my type (my type)
Come with and let's go slow, yeah (unh)

Si, I need you in my life (hey)
And I know you could stay much longer
Way past the sun goes low, girl
Let's take the first flight back home

Let's spend the first night back home
Drop that (unh), got me holding it down for you
Sounding like metronome
Pop that pilly, got me going all night

Yeah, it's done, you got me in my zone (yeah)
In the sweet spot 'fore I overdose
So good babe I'm so far gone
See that look in your eyes I know
I know
I know
I know
Before me, B, It's been cold
Been cold
Been cold
Been cold
Now it's tropical, grab a popsicle
Rub the topicals, to the top, we go

See, I've had to hold the corner
And then slow-whine it
One-time it
Then I'm throwing it back to you

Come in closer
And then go right in
No need for silence
I just the love the way you move (hey)

Think I've been hypnotized
Need you to come a lil closer
Think you could be my type (my type)
Come with and let's go slow, yeah

Si, I need you in my life
And I know you could stay much longer
Way past the sun goes low, girl
Let's take the first flight back home, like

Hypnotized (lyrics in description)

i refuse to have regrets

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In memory of Daimyo 🖤

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