Текст песни Back Of My Lids - Fahwill

This here gang
Exclusive bitch you bound
To catch a vibe
We be pulling up like bikers boy
But we don't even drive

I call Brodie while
He dead asleep
And tell em him time to slide
And he don't ask no fucking
Question he just pul
l up and get live

I see the back of my lids
I should spin back on that bitch
I'm boutta grab on that ass
He ain't get back on that lick
I should go blow all this cash
I made it clear that I can
I know they watching me close
So I keep it close in my pants

It's my time
Got a big schedule
See me running off with
The plan I made
God blessed with some
Extra sauce and ya girl
Love it like its chick-fil- A

I'm the real deal
It's all guarantee
That's a light tap just
To come and play
And my lifestyle can't be televised
Like I got em all signin DNAs
Look can't help but
To be these ways
Why it's my R and my DNA
Going hard in some new Jays

The Lord blessed me even
He amazed
Said I always knew that I
Could go this hard
Got a brand new bitch time
To show her off
Said she into girls
I know one she like
They was raised together
Never grew apart

This here gang
Exclusive bitch you bound
To catch a vibe
We be pulling up like bikers boy
But we don't even drive
I call Brodie while
He dead asleep
And tell em him time to slide
And he don't ask no fucking
Question
He just pull up and get live

I see back of my lids
I should spin back on that bitch
I'm boutta grab on that ass
He ain't get back on that lick
I should go blow all this cash
I made it clear that I can
I know they watching me close
So I keep it close in the pants

I'm preaching love
But keep it on me
Seeking trust and feeling lonely
Searching deep like they don't know me
Living life & dying slowly
Look sauced up like I'm posed to be
I be burnin kush like its potpourri
That's a old line but it hold true
Like that one spot
Them hoes should be.

Popped out and they all loved me
I can tell you mad
That I'm still that guy
I lost it all including weight and hair
But this godly presence
Got em memorized
Had this one shawty
Try to tear me down
So I had to tear her
Friend up on the side
I'm a true demon
Ain't nothing easy
You can fact check me
That's on every line

This gang here
Exclusive bitch you bound
To catch a vibe
We pulling up like bikers boy
But we don't even drive
I called Brodie while
He dead asleep
And tell em him time to slide
And he don't ask
No fucking question
He just pull up and get live

I see back of my lids
I should spin back on that bitch
I'm boutta grab on that ass
He ain't get back on that lick
I should go blow all this cash
I made it clear that I can
I know they watching me close
So I keep it close in the pants