Kishore Kumar Hits

Samaki - twenty-two. şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Samaki

albüm: self talk.


Been a minute since I spit how I spit, I gotta relax for it
Really get that flow out my system, I know you asked for it
Never missing much, always shooting
Think I'm a bad sport?
I ain't tryna pass it you niggas hitting the backboard
Scream it from the top of lungs and over my asthma
Now I barely breath on a track and they gimme cash for it
Grew up out of it so my oxygen like a passport
Taking me to places and pockets Ill have to last for
God'll have to wait
On my momma, I know you hear me
Sicker than LA man the doctor could never clear me
I don't fear no man, give a damn what color his tears be
Tat it on my soul till I go and get me a real sleeve
Go and get me a real sleeve
Tryna show you the real me
2022 imma show you the real me
Its the real me
Its the real
I wont hear no nonsense
Bout weighting out my options
Just wait until I'm popping
Don't call me I'm working
To make this craft so perfect
For real
So welcome to 22
Welcome to 22, tell em-
Welcome to 22
Welcome to 22, tell em-
Yeah welcome to 22
Tell em welcome to 22, tell em-
Welcome to 22

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