riding [p. raspy]

Mia!

tap out [prod. noizy]

*LYRICS*

[Intro]
(I love you, Jordon)
Okay, okay

[Verse]
I heard niggas talkin', hope you stand on it, don't take it back
Thought you was my mans, I can't believe you got away with that
Niggas wanna link up, but I'm sorry, gotta pay for that
And I need deposit in advance 'cause I don't play like that
Tried to drop another album, label was like, "See ya"
Thought I was going pop, but I ain't see it like I'm Sia
Cloud over my head, so I been locked in with my Tifa
And I just talked to management and they said, "Fuck a re-up"
I went independent last year, I'm chargin' double now
Almost packed it up and moved back into grandmama' house
I lost everything down at rock bottom, ain't no room for doubt
And when they speak on him, just know it's Bankhead that they talkin' 'bout
Niggas got advice for me, but they ain't doin' nothin'
Try to say we kin, you ain't my twin, no second cousin
Symbiote on me, I want the carnage, I'm destructive
I been way too jaded, thought it's somethin' that it wasn't

[Chorus]
And that's the last time I ever try to kick my feet up
Nigga wanna die every time he swipe the Visa
But if my girl ask, I'ma still swipe the Visa
And cuzzo got the beam on his finger like Frieza
And that's the last time I ever try to kick my feet up
Nigga wanna die every time he swipe the Visa
But if my girl ask, I'ma still swipe the Visa
And cuzzo got the beam on his finger like Frieza

[Outro]
Great job, boyband

VISA FREESTYLE (p. jordon lumley)

Ya woah
Woah woah woah woah woah
I’m out of control
Got my black boots on ill step on you
FLAT
flatline
Out of time 
I cannot lie I used to wish that you were mine
I was so confused until I read the signs
Now it’s going by design
I customize it
Story way too long I cut it down I summarize it
This shit hitting hard I broke my pencil started crying 
All of these emotions in my soul I do not mind them

Woah woah woah woah woah
I’m out of control 
Got my black boots on imma step on you 
Flat 
Flatline
Out of time
I’m gonna take my head off it’s getting to heavy
You don’t even know what I’ve been going thru
In my head, my brain
I’m the definition of insane
Take a step back just stay in your lane
Be bold, have fun, don’t be afraid

Ya woah
Woah woah woah woah woah
I’m out of control
Got my black boots on ill step on you
FLAT
flatline
Out of time 
I cannot lie I used to wish that you were mine
I was so confused until I read the signs
Now it’s going by design
I customize it
Story way too long I cut it down I summarize it
This shit hitting hard I broke my pencil started crying 
All of these emotions in my soul I do not mind them

Ya yaaaaa
Food for the soul, I’m feeling bold
Steppin out the house I’m on a mission of my own
I wanna see you jumpin at the show out of control
All the speakers bumpin so alive im in a mode
I don’t even know what I’ve been going thru

Ya woah
Woah woah woah woah woah
I’m out of control
Got my black boots on imma step on you

© 2023 Linus Simpson

Black Boots

Black Boots (prod. @giobtw)

here nigga damn/sipping codiene from a baby bottle- prod by bokoven 
fraud watch/full white- prod by killua katana
good karma- prod by JustBen Beats

riding [p. raspy]

cooper [@1coope.r]