Lyrics Fields (feat. Malik) - EARTHGANG feat. Malik
Woo
Fresh
off
the
plane,
Konnichiwa
Only
in
the
present,
I
no
longer
believe
in
time
I
don't
see
my
family
half
as
much
as
I
see
the
sky
Knew
this
shit
was
comin',
I
just
chose
not
to
read
the
signs
We
never
like
to
get
involved
in
all
that
crystal
ball
talk
I
see
the
future,
I
love
all
y'all,
follow
or
fall
off
Ain't
no
numbers
saved,
only
shots
in
my
call
log
Unconcerned,
would
hate
my
mission
just
to
not
involve
ya
Okay,
take
me
to
your
leader,
I
show
you
he
just
a
Cousin
Skeeter
People
worship
parasites,
they
just
eat
up,
they
believe
it
Jeepers
creepers,
heebie-jeebies,
I
was
just
an
in-betweener
Hype,
my
GF
let
me
f-
her
in
Magic
Jazz
Adidas
Time
move
on,
now
we
grow,
felonies
and
misdemeanors
Still,
with
my
original
niggas,
fuck
your
feature,
we
don't
need
ya
Every
verse
a
universe,
twist
the
flow
up
like
Lupita
B-,
I'm
just
a
hustler,
the
nigga
version
of
a
diva
Yeah,
recenter,
realign
Know
I
gotta
take
care
of
mine,
when
I'm
outta
my
way,
yeah
Outta
my
way
Uh,
ooh,
yeah
Ooh,
let
us
take
a
drive,
this
gon'
take
me
back
every
time
See,
the
roots
never
change,
yeah
I
won't
ever
change
Yeah
(Like
this,
just
like
this,
like
this,
just
like
this)
Oh,
woo
We
gon'
break
these
Legos
down
for
y'all
We
gon'
crumble
these
towers
Okay,
okay
this
my
favorite
part
of
the
night
We
gon'
say,
we
gon'
say
a
person,
and
when
y'all
get
it
y'all
come
in,
alright,
here
we
go
I
don't
know
what
y'all
been
told
But
I
gotta
get
me
a
rabbit's
toe
And
twin
shiny
fronts,
better
be
real
gold
And
a
airbrushed
tee,
represent
my
bro
That
wasn't
hard
at
all,
was
it?
Who
got
that?
Raise
your
hand
if
you
ain't
got
it
Uh-huh,
go
and
get
them
extra
drink
or
somethin'
Or
a,
or
a
b-,
or
a
dance
Alright,
here
we
go,
everybody,
here
we
go
I
said
I
don't
know
what
y'all
been
told
But
I
gotta
get
me
a
rabbit's
toe
And
twin
shiny
fronts,
better
be
real
gold
And
a
airbrushed
tee,
represent
my
bro
I
said,
I
don't
know
what
y'all
been
told
But
I
gotta
get
me
a
rabbit's
toe
And
twin
shiny
fronts,
better
be
real
gold
And
a
airbrushed
tee,
represent
my
bro
This
off
the
cap,
the
Cumberland
N-
plottin',
wonderin'
Will
Jesus
ever
come
again?
Well
man,
I
hate
to
achy
break
it
to
ya,
baby
But
they
say
that
man
ain't
never
have
s-
I
guess
he
ain't
arrived
yet,
but
I
got
off
on
a
tangent
Too
many
coffins
to
handle,
not
enough
hands
on
the
deck
Too
many
candlelight
vigils,
I
cry
a
tear,
it
ain't
wet
I
took
some
d-
that
night,
I
took
a
north
side
drive
I
called
the
Buckhead
high,
since
then
I
never
been
right
I
got
some
babies
in
the
West
End
that'll
crush
your
melon
If
you
ever
get
to
testin'
my
profession
I
know
I
told
a
pen,
but
I
ink
you
up
Chattahoochee
stink
you
up
Rest
in
peace
Omari,
every
day
I
still
think
you
up
N-
pushin'
twenty,
only
paper
seen
is
paper
cups
Baby,
pushin'
forty,
cats
still
out
here
tryna
lay
her
up
Everybody
horny,
now
let's
f-
and
sleep,
then
wake
on
up
Everybody
horny,
so
let's
f-
and
sleep,
then
wake
on
up
Yeah,
recenter,
realign
Know
I
gotta
take
care
of
mine,
when
I'm
outta
my
way
Yeah,
outta
my
way
Uh,
ooh,
yeah
Ooh,
let
us
take
a
drive,
this
gon'
take
me
back
every
time
See,
the
roots
never
change,
yeah
I
won't
ever
change,
ooh
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