BLANCO
(专辑: WINTERS IN BROOKLYN - 2018)
(Ay ay) Look at that last week Make bread, we have a
feast (Ay ay) How long this last me? (Ay ay ay ay ay) I'm just [?] still kicking, I
ain't lonely She said she wanna blow L's early in the
morning Ay, don't nobody know me (ay) (Ay ay) No, nobody know me Innocent, innocence gone since 12 Renovate all my shelves Meditate all life [?] East five-star hotels What do ya'll call ya'll selves? Living through dollar bills Living with a
lot of guilt Lil homie I
wanna build (shut the
fuck up) (Yuh, Blanco, Blanco) Pops go when I
was eight Rockstar was my fate Cop cars, the
whole block saw me in the
rain Got lost in the
paint Got sauce, now I'm 22 and paid Trynna make something of my day I
wanna put tear drops on the
chain Take it to the
stash and walk away Crash the
hall of fame Ride it down the
skreet (vroom, vroom) Like I
did last week I
make some bread, we have a
feast But (ay) how long this last me? I'm just plastic on the
beach Yeah, no boy brash is hard to beat Ay, shorty with the
ass is hard to leave No, I
just wanna smash and go to sleep Crash and rest in peace Light in all my fears Uh, lil homie don't ask me What I'm making here to there (shit) I'm hauling my [?] See them often, them snowballs They move they coke jaws Your bitch is so [?] These kids got no bars Played out like Ozarks I
don't wanna party 'less it paints my lyrics I
don't want to party with my fake-ass peers Everybody want it but it ain't that serious Everybody fronting who ain't got experience Ya'll just interfering Like come [?], I
said fuck it Turned off stage, started running Man, I
hate it, I
love it But shit, I'll take all this money Know my basement stay flooded In the
trenches, that muddy Generation, Kid Cudi No one shake my hands, bloody (uh) Thank God they got Pentecost Feel my worth what a
penny cost Like, still need better thoughts Hoes playing with my tentacles Might call my buddy [?] my [?] Finesse these broads, get money Not okay, not sorry Who's that banging at my door, I
don't got a
good feeling And I
don't really feel like leaving Don't need sunlight (alright) (I don't need) Who's that banging at my door, I
ain't got a
good feeling (Ay) and I
don't really feel like leaving I
don't need sunlight (I'm alright)