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WINTERS IN BROOKLYN

 

WINTERS IN BROOKLYN

(albüm: WINTERS IN BROOKLYN - 2018)


Winter came and came back around
I came back around again (uh)
I ain't feel like, I ain't real like
Like I ain't one of them (uh)
Summertime, yeah it came and went
Don't remember what we did (yeah)
Spent the nights tryna kill myself
Still convinced I'm not depressed (yeah yeah)
Most of the homies ain't stick around
I'll find some work in a different town
I got some funds, guess I'm bigger now
Shit is different now (still still) (uh)

Winters in Brooklyn, they bring me no comfort
Temperature cold, my head going under
I seen this coming, I should say so
You was nobody I could bank on (no)
But if you feel some way then say some'

The beginning of tomorrow that starts with a dream
[?]

My trench coat and my blisters
My hair long like my sister's
Might veer off, hit the red carpet
Now my bread long, you lil bitch, you
To the real ones who still with you
Ain't a day go by I don't miss you
Now I'm cautious, gaurding my profits
Could take another loss if you really got a issue
Like, damn I miss the old me
Swear I turned to gold [?]
Bagging out like groceries
That's 10K a week, ya temptation sweet
I put tape to sleep
Like damn you just like old you
Guess those rumors was true
Holyfield hit like holy water
They got rollies on em, nothing new
New crib with a view, Bushwick from the roof
Tell em that everything cool
I can attest to the staring contest in the mirror
Don't flinch, if you do I'ma shoot
Look at how I handle my tune
Get out the panic cocoon
All of these cameras but none this shit cool
In the capital, show me don't play by the rules
Got a cap and gown still that goes dumb on you fools
I had 30 bad hoes in a crew
Cell phone, you gotta hand it too
Tell Ramona lay off the brews
I stay in my zone, I can't stand to lose
But shit, they go be talking that bullshit
I call the shots, got a full clip
And I bust through the window like, "roll this shit"
My innuendo, hold my dick
Records rust, set you up, second thoughts
Don't never get ahead of us
Fell in love [?]
Exodus, exodus
The hell with us
Self destruct

Bad hoes in my lobby
Going in Kamikaze

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