(Intro: Jas The Producer)
In the heart of the town, I fall way down with you
I take rounds till I fall alone
Head on my shoulder, scared to look down at you
I can’t feel my arms around you
(Verse 1: Jas The Producer)
Got a mac and my lunch in the backpack
Ridin' round town through the sunroof, all black
Gold watch on my wrist just to hide the pain
The motherfucker at the bank couldn’t top that
Slidin through real quick with the piece like
Click-clack-bam-boop-bop-bop-blatt-blatt
I wanna see all my boys on the mountain tops
Real killa on the block, smokin' lilac
But y’all still do the most
Know his girl comin way down to my shows
Callus on the palm scars on my elbows
In the spot
Like 2 fucking phones
I feel like life is white and black, alright
Smokin' out the pack, alright
Hustlin' for the sack, alright
Slidin' wit the Mac, alright
(Vеrse 2: Mad Sadiq)
After this I'm putting up my race
Aftеr this I'm putting up my race
Baby I don't play
It's a new day, I know things will be okay (okay)
Ain't playin games no more (no more)
Ain't runnin' from the pain no more (no more)
I got angels, they be raising my soul (my soul)
Pray I never bang no pole (mop)
Pray I never gotta bring my pole (mop, mop)
Cuz ya boy too great (too great)
You ain't know, bitch, you late (you late bitch)
After this I'm putting up my race (in my wraith?)
After this I'm putting up my race (in my what?)
Everything you sold you should reap
Only thing I sold was the seats
I don't even know where the pink is
I'm just giving souls to my drinks, diq
(Outro: Jas The Producer)
In the heart of the town, I fall way down with you
I take rounds till I fall alone
Head on my shoulder, scared to look down at you
I can’t feel my arms around you
[Beat Switch]
(Verse: Jas The Producer)
Sat my head on your shoulder, in love with you
Just another love story
I don't know if I'll ever come back to you
Can I just leave?
In the sand I sit alone, fantasize of you
When it rains, it falls
Will I ever come back to you?
In the heart of the town, I fall way down with you
I take rounds till I fall alone
Head on my shoulder, scared to look down at you
I can’t feel my arms around you
(Verse 1: Jas The Producer)
Got a mac and my lunch in the backpack
Ridin' round town through the sunroof, all black
Gold watch on my wrist just to hide the pain
The motherfucker at the bank couldn’t top that
Slidin through real quick with the piece like
Click-clack-bam-boop-bop-bop-blatt-blatt
I wanna see all my boys on the mountain tops
Real killa on the block, smokin' lilac
But y’all still do the most
Know his girl comin way down to my shows
Callus on the palm scars on my elbows
In the spot
Like 2 fucking phones
I feel like life is white and black, alright
Smokin' out the pack, alright
Hustlin' for the sack, alright
Slidin' wit the Mac, alright
(Vеrse 2: Mad Sadiq)
After this I'm putting up my race
Aftеr this I'm putting up my race
Baby I don't play
It's a new day, I know things will be okay (okay)
Ain't playin games no more (no more)
Ain't runnin' from the pain no more (no more)
I got angels, they be raising my soul (my soul)
Pray I never bang no pole (mop)
Pray I never gotta bring my pole (mop, mop)
Cuz ya boy too great (too great)
You ain't know, bitch, you late (you late bitch)
After this I'm putting up my race (in my wraith?)
After this I'm putting up my race (in my what?)
Everything you sold you should reap
Only thing I sold was the seats
I don't even know where the pink is
I'm just giving souls to my drinks, diq
(Outro: Jas The Producer)
In the heart of the town, I fall way down with you
I take rounds till I fall alone
Head on my shoulder, scared to look down at you
I can’t feel my arms around you
[Beat Switch]
(Verse: Jas The Producer)
Sat my head on your shoulder, in love with you
Just another love story
I don't know if I'll ever come back to you
Can I just leave?
In the sand I sit alone, fantasize of you
When it rains, it falls
Will I ever come back to you?
( Jas The Producer )
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