paroles de chanson realtree outro - kwes e

Sade blasting out of the Mercedes' speaker
Ok yeah he's on a wave but they say e's was deeper
Swimming out here in the rain fucked my suede up
Friday night, hit the strip, I'm looking way cleaner

Prayed up, never changed up
Me and bro fell out NAV and Metro Boomin how we made up
My bro glow head to toe it's nothing major
He Prada prancing like what the fuck is a pay cut
And you're dead wrong you couldn't do the same stuff
If he fire neurons then I got another brain tucked

Clever kid, fighting off a lot of shame huh
Put me on skates imma turn into a Kader

Flip that
Imma add more digits
Felt great when I clocked I got a black boy spirit
Birds eye view writing with an eagle vision
If you're seeing then I seen it
What your dreaming we done lived it

Slow cooked minute, to get fast life living
No gimmicks
Working for funny hours to live it
Moneys showers implicit
You couldn't see what we did
And it's easy to read the lyrics and miss the meaning their dipped in

I don't care for easy music this is for my heart
What I'm writing is art
Pluck the pain like a harp
And if she want them art boys then she know where we are
Paint her like Basquiat
Show the hurt and the wrath

Camouflage on me blending into the streets
She got vowels on she, she on ecstasy
I put my iPhone down they keep belling me
I been asking G.O.D what he's telling me
I'm just a young fly boy what am I meant to be
Yeah
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Yeah what's up
Life's good I'm enjoying my cup
I feel like Jon Horst I been managing my Bucks
Yeah we wavy, that's for real
Kowabunga! Surfs up
Brodie packaging them runts
Finna fry their brains up
She just wanna play up with her pretty face
From the sofa to the chauffeur for them dinner dates
Ay, yeah we're really that team
Young'uns on floor fifteen
Got your rent on my feet
Just to light up the street
Tryna achieve my dreams
With company I keep
Gang full up of Spike Lees, yeah we could cause a scene

And she got vowels on she, she on ecstasy
I put my iPhone down they keep belling me
I been asking G.O.D what he's telling me
I'm just a young fly boy what am I- Vowels three