Sour Taste

TEXT ME WHEN YOU GET HOME

Rich Baby

Produced by Slxsh & 2K
Recorded, Mixed, and Written by Férina
Mastered by Ichiban
Lyrics:

Rollin through the cut I'm good
Trying not to do too much
But now you're the one I pray for
The one I want to change for
Trying to save myself for you
Cause
Money and women been getting old
How many times can you sell your soul
Can't do no wrong but I've been wrong before
Sitting with an empty cup I can't be the one to pour

Cause they don't wanna know
The world's all chasing bags baby
And we don't gotta hold on
To this life, anymore

Now you've been
Counting cupids
Tryna turn things around
But there's nothing left now

Southside to the westside yeah the block is hot
These groupie hoes all on me tryna take your spot
Feeling like we worlds away
LA to Miami Dade
Pull up in a 918
Skurt off cause I don't play
Walking round by yourself like you own this now
(You know)
Pullin up runnin off like I know you're down
(You know)
I don't wanna keep silent
Girlfriends in the VIP ridin
You told em that we just vibin
Baby there's no hidin

Cause they don't wanna know
The world's all chasing bags baby
And we don't gotta hold on
To this life, anymore

Don't Wanna Know

DISTANCE

Right Back

NuDivision

Open Hearts

Hush

incomplete (one take)

The Only Love We Know

Bittersweet

Not Now Not Ever

God I commit to 
Giving you
My yes
Even when
I don’t know
Next steps 

I want a 
Chair like faith
Where you bear
all my weight 
Not even a
Single doubt
Cuz you won’t
Let me fail 
You won’t 
Let me fail 

Blessed assurance
Oh its a sure thing
I will succeed 
When I let
You take the
Ultimate lead 

I want a 
Chair like faith
Where you bear
all my weight 
Not even a
Single doubt
Cuz you won’t
Let me fail 
You won’t 
Let me fail 

Lord you’ll forever bless
Me with success
Cuz I’m not being called
To anything less 
Yes you’ll forever bless
Me with success
Cuz I’m not being called
To anything less 
Oh God you’re not calling me
to anything less 

I want a 
Chair like faith
Where you bear
all my weight 
Not even a
Single doubt
Cuz you won’t
Let me fail 
In the future 
And the now 
God you’ll never 
Let me fail 

Oh I’m going to sit
On the chair that is His
I’ll even recline 
With some new wine 
Grace received 
Faith increased
Failure concedes
As I rest 
In your success 

Cuz You will forever bless
Me with success 
Oh I’m not being called
To anything less 
Than heavens own
righteousness

Chair Like Faith

incomplete (one take)

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