anyone know what happened to LATITUDES by sherm?

If this isnt gyyps then ur a fake azz puzzy

I hear that FKJ sample in the back 😏 this shit too fye. You got good tate man

Produced by @krawnuno
Mixed&Mastered by Jimmy wit da beam
Cover art by @luke_barrett

(Lyrics)

Out late night lacing Timbs for the season 
Sayin that I'm cold 
So she tell me turn the heat up 
Practice what I'm preaching
I don't need a misdemeanor 
I be hopin out the whip 
When they take a trip to re up

No tints so you see us 
In a ford not a beemer
Cant afford to cop kicks so I still rock the beaters 
Pickin up the pieces 
Need change for the meter 
I be Headed to the final with a  20 for the teacher

I don't need no preachers 
Trynna change up my allegiance 
Trynna open up my eye lids 
To an audience of demons
No this alcohol won't last 
But at least I won't be freezin 
So I empty out this flask 
Just to bottle up these feelings


Daddy's little diva need degrees for a reason 
Words to a verse like some
Paint to a easel 
Loosing my grip 
I click clack desert eagle 
Pull back my hand 
See the sign I don't feed em 

Balanced equation 
Fucked up rotation
She gon pull up to the crib without a invitation 
Let herself in just to make a statement 
Then she made it all up on the counter of the basement 

None of y'all can tell me shit 
I feel how I feel and it is what it is  
Threw my 2 cents made a wish 
Pennies for ya thoughts might make a man rich 

So if y'all don't fuck with this
Flew too close to the sun on some Icarus shit
Y’all high on Ignorance 
Better step back and clench yo fist


I don't need no preachers 
Trynna change up my allegiance 
Trynna open up my eye lids 
To an audience of demons
No this alcohol won't last 
But at least I won't be freezin 
So I empty out my flask 
Just to bottle up these feelins 


She want a man of many talents 
Not a jock with some js and a bad xanny habit 
I been stayin up late on the bass like an addict 
Imma still be asleep when they speak on the Sabbath 
I ain't talkin bout practice 
Im the truth to a liar
You some weed without a lighter 
Looking past the attire wanna see what you desire 
What burns in your soul 

Forget about the fire I'm cold  
Tell me what burn in yo soul  
Tell me who hurt you the most 
Reach for my hand I might put you on hold 
Peace from the coast with my eaches n owns 
Deeply indulged you should leave me alone 
Taste of temptation is talking the most  
Maybe I might but then maybe I won’t 

FUCK


I C A R U S

Musician/Chef

Features/Mixing/Mastering/   ThoughtsOfSherm@gmail.com

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