Текст песни Quarter Past Three (feat. Mike Flizzy) [Unreleased Version] - Alvin G

Cruising through the city
Pass the forty to my n*****
Ethanol inside my swisher
We focused on getting bigger
The ghost inside of the mirror
With liquor eating his liver
I shiver but this elixir
Delivers a clearer picture
It's no love
No friends
MOB til the world end
Ride out til this song end
In this love of sin
See all I need is some bhudda
To ease to this stress
Maybe I'm blessed
But I don't know
She like I'm hearing your songs
Like Im hearing your soul
But you sitting right here
And I don't feel that close
And I know girl
Cause it ain't just you
I get in my zone
When I write these songs
I be stoned in the cut
Tryna write these wrongs
The days they be so short
And at nights they be so long
But everything comes with a sacrifice
And maybe some flames in the afterlife
And this life pass once
And I'm tryna live enough for twice the life
Double down
So I roll twice the dice
Fight or fight
Told you live once
Ain't no dying twice
Doubled at the worse
So I'm twice as nice
And that's suffice
Less the strife
Tryna aim high
Like the price is right
Though we shine drinking paul
So God if you listening
Please give me the light

I ain't tryna sound sentimental
But you look sweeter
Than my prom date
And cleaner than that rental
Lemme take you to my mom's place
Nostalgic
Look into your eyes
They take me back
What I really meant to say is
Let me take you back to my place
I can be romantic
We can sit in front the fire place
Nah girl I'm lying
I ain't really got no fireplace
Just one electric heater
I just wanna beat that pussy up
In my wife beater
Asking me to go deeper
I got two strokes in her
Got her running like the meter
I must be a couple miles
Away from heaven
Baby girl you is a angel
God cried when you left him
Pussy sweet as angels food
But I fuck you like the devil
We posed to be in love
I might change my name to Kevin
It's a quarter past three
We started making love at 7
Stroke the wood real good
Ima painter you the canvas
Swimming in ya ocean
Got the bed wetter than Atlantis
It's a quarter past three
As you lay on top of me
Edit pictures of ya man
Now you cropping in me
Tell me bout ya life goals
And how you want a family
Wait it's a quarter past three
Man my girl gone kill me
Man what am I doing
I thought we was just screwing
We both took flight baby
But our planes ain't congruent
As we take off on the flight line
Maybe next life time