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Dreams I could tell you what love feel like really feel like dreams Don't know what it means Don't know if it's working The year 2k23 And the fits too clean My sister hit 19 And I missed her birthday Make your wish tell her make your list Imma get your gifts on Christmas Drop my hits and I take my spliff when I bake it's not your business No witness Won't stress if I sip my citrus Don't text if I'm with my mistress Don't flex if you missed your fitness Don't flex if you missed it Bro been pressed telling me I don't text I been needing more rest too restless I believe in my checks my checklist Tell him we blessed Selling my thoughts I'm selling my chests Swear I give em my heart and they giving me stress Giving my best cause I live in my art to deliver my message Too many too faced gotta hide my cards never show my ace Wouldn't ride my board wouldn't whine her waist Couldn't drive my cars couldn't win my race Tell him I'm first Thoughts too rich I ain't selling my worth Sending my worst if a hitta try diss me Turn a man history swiftly Tall Racks so I Tellaman miss me Fall back I ain't never call back and I'm betting my plaques she'll kiss me Fools talk, but they never be next Do more say less Never gon find Apostle Niggas be lion Mufasa Tryna go find the sauce Tell em go fly Mombasa Tell em go abroad Kinshasa Said the world is yours Cape Town touch down had to skip my city cause they biting my sound Still I'm chillin' with a view Room 502 rarely round my crowd Still I'm chillin' with a view She a dime not mine and you know shit loud Still I'm chillin' with a view Still I'm chillin' with a view Still I'm chillin' with a few real niggas who ain't never gon switch Lights off and the power just dipped Been a minute since I met up with the realest swear I miss em if they listen then Im happy as a bitch Who just met me Tripple texts never trippin bout the ex or the extra No hands how she ride no tesla Full marks if I found her test Two sparks and it's down my chest Two takes and it's on my roster Too fake too many imposters No breaks cause I need to go faster I told him that age is a lie, boy it's all in the mind From young I've been thinking on fossil From young I've been getting my pasta
Writer(s): Lutanda Wilkie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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