Songtexte After Function Thoughts - ReMark

While we let the bass hit, back on that same shit
While we let the bass hit, back on that same shit

I see the crows, peepin' through the tinted windows
Times are always darker when the wind blows, and the further that the wind goes

You start to lose control and sight, you can't forsee the blinding light that's tryna tell you get a life
You wastin' all your time, but yes you're braced in all designer, type of money that you have it don't come close to how we bag, secure the bag and bag your shorty, life's too short to be all sorry, I could give a fuck, bout what you got goin' on it's boring

(snoring sounds)
I'm snorin'
I had to snort the blow in
Blow up your favorite friend
Blow out straight out the air current
They ask me do you speak fluent?
I speak guapanese, only grated blocks of cheese, goated (gouda) opps won't come for me, yeah, uh

opps don't come for me, all they do is run from me, and honestly it's hard to speak when I'm just laughing

At your fuckers barely passin' classes while I grauted massive mounts' of cash awaited on me in the bank I'm faded, lonely, I can't get attached it's phony I can't be a part of this
Step my foot up out the balcony and light me up a spliff
ReMark oh yes I can provide the bars, flows, but also riffs, uh, with some electronic shit

The most versatile I'm lit
Yes I can do it all
Ain't just the adderall
But best believe I'm doing speed, though when I receive the call

From the homie that my G got juxed, no we ain't gon' let it slide
Knuckle punch them bois got cooked, grill em' then set him on fire
No I will not testify
No I will not tell a lie
Jelaousy is in your eyes
and that's why I won't choose a side
and that's why I won't pick your side
and that's why I'm just locked isnide my mind doin' mine
Everytime
Yeah

Carefully crafted
Careless reaction
Sex without passion
Unprovoked action
I'm the bastard with a black
Ski Mask on my face
Cause you know what they say if there's no face than there's no case
Hit the brakes, a bunch of lames, tryna get inside my lane, tryna snatch my shine away, I can't mess with any fakes
I stay true to RSA, that's my clique, everyday, 24/7, swingin' blades, like a sensei
A-mazing, pace, on the way up to the finish line, can't keep up the pace of mine cause I'm the one who runs it now
I know I have to give them time to realize how G and fly
The vision is up on my eyes, see the honesty arise
Appreciate some realness, still I'm poppin' pills to ease the feelings drillin' out my mind, just to find a higher ceiling, killin' time
So sublime
Is the way that I rhyme
Kratom greener than some slime
Shoutout to my fuckin' guys
811, top hills, pop pills, crack seals, still, number one, RSA we up I can't chill, still workin' on albums got like 20 in the vault
By the time they see the day of light, the wound will be the salt
No assault, but I murder beats up on a daily basis
Conversation with my homies, chillin' in the basement
Smokin' up some Cali Cush the buds we got adjacent
Oxycontin 80 miligram pills, yeah we face em'

While we let the bass hit, back on that same shit
While we let the bass hit, back on that same shit