Текст песни MAWA Interlude x Lunch Tray - Tory Lanez

Yo, shoutout to my motherf- brother
Tory Lanez it's Max Biggavel
I love you I appreciate you
Over your head
When we touch down
We're gon' make good music
I might be home before you
If I do you already know
I got a super duper bag for you
Pull up on the baluster
I love you Al Al Al
Wavy baby MAWA for life
Eyh
Eyh
Streachin' that sh-
I'm stretchin' that sh-

CO play with me today
I'm like, slap all the sh- out that
Think I just misread the energy
He came and told me I'm really that
Accountaint accounting for everything
I told you that Nikki that be lying
I flew 'em to islands they can't even get in the villas
(He's on fire)
I gotta slide for black
I just made 700 thousand sittin' in a room
Feel like I'm Kai Cenat
Shout out to independent distributors
That understood - fire would catch
But I'm 'bout to start a distribution January
I ain't got no time for that
(Unremarkable)
Callin' up Jona and gettin' his stats (Jona!)
Just lettin' them know I ain't gettin' attached
Callin' up Dan and Jay and makin' sure the numbers match
They locked me up in a cage but let them know
The dog is back, mm
Airlift him off of the yard and send him to medical
All the charges we commitin' so federal
I don't even want to call you back, mm
Pullin' her weave, and I got it in track
Visit she's stickin' it all in her
Police are comin', I'm callin' you back
(Ayo, they about to move I'll hit you back)
I'm at the tippity top
Was thinking they'd send me to prison
Somehow, it would get me to stop
No, he thinkin' he's sh- when he not
I'm on the phone with Suge in Donovan
He tellin' me he think I can be bigger than Pac, mm (Uhg)

Strechin' that sh- (Woo)
I'm strechin' that sh- (Woo)
Strechin' that sh- (Strech)
You got my name in yo mouth lil' b- (Uhg)
Strechin' that sh- (Ooh)
It won't be the same when I'm out, lil' b-
I'm strechin' that sh- (Yehaw)

Recordin' in prison this sh- revolutionary
These - really be -, but they really want to be -
I go to canteen, got more bags on me
Weight is way more than you can carry
My lil' - be tuckin' the k- under pillows, like he was the tooth fairy
(He's on fire)
Talkin' of prison when I'm on the tablet
Jail is only making me more famous than I was
I'm so well established
Twenty-one hit records in your whole career
To me in a month is an average
That gooled-eyed b- is in need of some d-
But she cannot get none of this blackness
You can't have none of this blackness (Ah)
You can't have none of this blackness (Ah)
You can't have none of this sh-
Know I'm a vet when it come to this sh-
We gettin' Benji's all over the North
Don't let me call Pressa and Bun in this sh-
B-, get the f- from the front of my cell
'Fore you make the police come and run this sh-

If you want to fade well, f- all that talkin'
My -, we running that sh-
If I wasn't livin' the sh- that I'm talkin' on top of this song
I'd be done in this b-
Smokin' on gas inside of this cell
I hit it and I might lose a lung in this b-
You see me pass, and you - tell
I swear you gon' lose you a tongue in this b-

Free Tory
'Til it's backwards, ain't no chains for me
Breaking these boundaries, I'll rise and be free
In the darkest place, light shines, we'll see
Free Tory
'Til it's backwards, let the truth decree