Текст песни Land's Edge - Low Hanging Fruit

Yeah, LHF, LHF
Yeah, yeah, it's Low Hanging Fruit
Yeah, LHF, LHF
Yeah

I'm at the shoreline
Posted, I'm here at the Land's Edge
Ain't got a thing on my damn mind
Heaven, I'm here at the doorstep

I'm at the door, if I knock let me in
Got a box full of sins and a handful of fruit
Once I begin, I can't stop till it ends
I'll be satisfied when I can step on the moon

Go take a walk when there's nothing to do
Reaffirm everything that I believe
And I wouldn't know me if it wasn't for you
Wouldn't do rap if it wasn't for Soup

Wouldn't know me if it wasn't for weed
If it wasn't for trees, if it wasn't for beats
If I didn't finesse, if I wasn't so blessed
I just know I be dead in a hospital bed, hey

Now I'm back and better, hey
Spend five racks on sweaters, hey
Blew ten bands on baseline, hey
If you real I'll FaceTime, hey

Sorry if I missed you, hey
Smokin' woods no splinters, hey
It's hard to remember
Same time I still be so clever

Yeah, runnin' amock (I'm runnin' amock)
Don't give a fuck (I don't give a fuck)
Ice in my cup (Got ice in my cup)
Havin' some fun (I'm havin' some fun)

I need a blunt, go hit the dipso
I don't need a plug (I don't need no plug)
I be the plug, where you sent me
I just spent on the rug (Bitch)

I be the plug (Hanging Fruit)
I be the plug (Gang, gang, Low Hanging Fruit)
I be the plug (Low Hanging Fruit, gang, gang)
Gang, gang, Low Hanging Fruit gang, Low Hanging Fruit

You be the flavor and I'll be the recipe
You 'gon get better the second you next to me
Leavin' the desk, started chasin' my destiny
Now look at what's left of me

Harden the beat, leads to a tree
Made an impact, just a wave in the sea
Start from the cove, for the stories we told
Got weather the storm 'cause it's finna get cold

Battle with your mind, can you fight that?
Forfeit of the soul, get it right back
Keep you face up, how you like that?
I just wanna nibble when she bite back

Motions that flow in the ocean
But help me I'm sinkin' bad
Darkness is creepin' defeatin' my people
I'm big mad

Don't flinch I fight for my fam
Give thanks, I tend to go ham
So apply yourself to this shit
Need appliance, gotta find Trip (That's my nigga)

Green valleys to the empty alleys
Hit the homies up, we like "What it do"
He ain't mob, you never heard of them guys
I am the shit let me fertilize, fertilize

Troop in the cut (Troop in the cut)
Saving the bucks (Saving the bucks)
Your dime is a bluff (Dime is a bluff)
One with the buffs (One with the buffs)

Fifty-two, eighty, I run up a mile
Don't come to my city or try to offend me
Was low on the gas, wait (Wait)
Fill up like Lindsay (Yeah, yeah)

Roll another one
This a different strain
We been doing shows
They 'gon know the name

Workout in the booth
Tell 'em speak the truth
Get the loot
Eatin' clam chowder, fuckin' with the soup