paroles de chanson Reapin Em - Dank Delish

Fuck what a nigga telling me
I just be
Weed leaves burnt down
Autumn trees
Keep it in the wind

Dubs come seasonal
Know the ups & downs
I ain't seeking them
They gon come
Then we reaping them
Or weeping them

Gotta keep a level head to this shit
Flaws are found, normally
When emotions are thick
I encompass this shit
In every sentiment

Giving to the track
To bring the spice, like it was cinnamon
Adding a certain taste
Exposing vulnerable elements
With a language articulation
Belonging as a testiment

Fuck is relevance
The timeless, I spit this blindless
But yet I'm aiming at divine
I'm "Primetime-ing"
Deion high stepping to the pylon
What you niggas telling me that I couldn't do
Before the time's run