Текст песни OBX - Yuws

Go check my status
Damaged, love turned me to a savage
City of love might heal in Paris
Shoot for the heart, might catch me a felon
Shoot for the stars, I come from the soil
8 mile road she came from Detroit
Lame ahh bitch you isn't my boy
Empty soul I'm tired of the void
Turn up
Burnin' my voice (voice)
Screamin' these lyrics all night long
Till my neighbours tell me to quit all the noise
We boutta step on the steppers without no weapon
I might hurt my groin
Wrappin' your boy in a foil (foil)
Play with my heart like a toy (toy)
Can't even have a real talk with you
Without you taking me out of the point

But shit I don't even care
Livin' my life no OBX
Bumpin' my music off JBL
Told my brother you can't be goin' to jail
I'll get money and pay for your bail
Free my uncle out the pen
Got locked up now he live in a cell
Through the rain, through the storm I prevailed
Can never put my soul for sale
Can never leave behind me a trail
Livin' on earth but it feels like hell
Livin' on earth with all of these demons
Fake ass bitches be throwin' these fake accusations
How you gon' say that it's true even though you ain't seen it?
Don't even make me repeat it
Take my advice you gon' need it
Sellin' your fake ass body on Onlyfans just to cry when they leak it
They meat ridin', eat what you feed them
Eat my meat I love how you suck
Hungry for dick she get D for the brunch
Walkin' to me cause she ran out of luck
But I won't accept coz I've had enough

Go check my status
Damaged, love turned me to a savage
City of love might heal in Paris
Shoot for the heart, might catch me a felon
Shoot for the stars, I come from the soil
8 mile road she came from Detroit
Lame ahh bitch you isn't my boy
Empty soul I'm tired of the void
Turn up
Burnin' my voice (voice)
Screamin' these lyrics all night long
Till my neighbours tell me to quit all the noise
We boutta step on the steppers without no weapon
I might hurt my groin
Wrappin' your boy in a foil (foil)
Play with my heart like a toy (toy)
Can't even have a real talk with you
Without you taking me out of the point

Got the choppa on me, NLE
Shout out the gang and shout out the team
With my gunners and thuggers I'm pushin' some P
We gon' drop every coupe, every top that we see
Unconscious, when I'm sippin' on lean
Been haunted from all of this grief
Got shortage of blood in my veins
Now I got blood on my jeans, on my T
I'ma chill, Relax Bello
Turnin' up to the music while she party, she love techno
Why you lyin' to shawty, if she ain't for you better tell her hell no
This is my letter to you fuck a mail post
If in jail I'ma leave you a cell note
No limits I look up to Herbo
Press the gas and I rev with the turbo
Why you rushin' just wait for your turn bro
Cause you lose everything 'fore your hair grow
Everybody be fake
They'll take everything you obtained
So I set my priorities straight
Cause I don't wanna be hangin' up in a chain