Songtexte Juice Cleanse - Aly

Friends turning dark and heart is losing blood
In need of a cleanse
I couldn't sink low man i pray for their heads
I play for their heads
I smile at the feds
My license and med
Ain't shit to be said
Don't like how my skin
Look whipping the benz
Or whipping a plane
Either way i'm in

Hit autopilot then she give me some "BLESS"
I play her in chess
Don't count up my wins
Forgot the digits but it end in a "10"
Night start in LA we could end it in "FRANCE"
She got me in trance, in her ear like "DAMN"
Man i MADE the beat i could open the stems

I took it out west
Dont look good in chains
I'm just in some pants
Dont care much for brands

Marni on my ass tho
Singing so long i forgot i could rap tho
Better at that its a sinister fact tho

Bizzle want kids
I'll give her a "KID"
At home i'm the "KID"
I'm not bout to "KID"
She don't eat the "KID"
We not like some "KIDS"
We older and shit

I hit her in blitz
That time was my max
I'm hitting up max
I told him i'm back
Could produce your album we give u the slap
So many favors I don't need it back
8 years and 200 songs worth of raps
All this work it'd be nice to get racks
I still got a stack
I'm bout to hit reo and tell him i'm back

Body bag for her
Gentle reward a
Bag at sephora
Say what u want i ain't copying quotes i
Been operating off different quotas