Red Leather (feat. Metro Boomin & J. Cole)

Future

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    So you thinkin' that you gon', I ain't gon'
    Speak from my heart, you know what I'm sayin'?
    I'm one thousand
    Yeah

    I done turned a dancer to a trophy
    I done balled with rings like Kobe
    Never send a tweet with emotions, uh
    She heard I sip lean, she got emotional
    Codeine got my heart like opium
    I can feel her heart beatin' when I'm huggin' her
    Take me back to Kingston to see my ancestors
    Pissin' on your grave in some red leather

    Turbo Panamera, the seat bird feathers
    Keep light on mе like Carmelo
    Don't lie to mе, I'm on God levels
    Forever's not long enough
    If it's endless, what we doin'?
    Either you a rebel or what we doin'?
    Toast codeine, trap stars, what we doin'?
    A few remain nameless deserve my dedication
    I just want my movement like Larry Davis
    Came from Amsterdam, had my head up
    Screenshot bitches got me fed up
    Playin' with the white for green like a Celtic
    She ain't tryna share me, she thinkin' selfish
    I just bought my young bitch some new Rosettas
    Went to Tokyo, I had to hit the ghetto
    Like to kick it with her 'cause she play soccer
    Introduced her to some goons, nigga, and some robbers
    Now she want that Bentayga and it's obvious
    Real patience for them big faces and I got it
    Still faded from the last night off molly
    The ones work at Magic, work at Follies
    I just left Onyx and caught a body
    Fuck your wife at the back of King of Diamonds
    Turn me on, she don't care I put my thumb in
    Leave me all alone, I'm throwin' a party
    How I'm gon' have commitment in this world of sin?
    Try my best to love you in this world we in
    Take another look at every foreign I'm in
    End up with the bitches that I started with
    I must've been on a pill when I recorded this
    Had the stick in my hand while I was typin' it
    I know I'm arrogant, but don't be trifling
    I iced out you once and you got iced again
    These guitars sound like Parliament
    I just blowed a check, baby, pardon me
    All-black trim, dark burgundy
    Keep it real with me, no perjury
    Put them bags on her arm like weighed sand
    Saks Fifth Avenue, she ran through eighty bands
    Got your passport ready, we some aliens
    Got my transporter up out my radius
    Got my transporter, whip Mercedes-Benz
    I could never give up on what we had
    Abracadabra, make my side bitch better
    Chanel trench, pussy taste like pineapple
    I'ma stay down with you, but don't give me a headache
    Lifestyle's radical, please excuse the medies
    California housing, gettin' better with my veggies
    Audemars, Richard Mille came in a FedEx
    Smash her like a grudge that I ain't never gettin' deaded
    Sippin' on mud while I'm lookin' at my presi'
    Presidential tints in the back, I done made it
    Bitch, you better stay on your shit, you gettin' graded
    Take you to a spa in Saint Barts, is you ready?
    Whip the double-R with the stars in the headrest
    Caught up with these broads, baby, did I change the address?
    Times got hard and I fucked off your lashes
    Everything real, I got my gold veneers added
    Motherfuckin' addict, but I will rock a Patek
    If your love was a drug, maybe it would be acid
    I know I lost your trust, but I made you relapse
    I gotta be on a pill to tell you how I'm feelin'
    I tippy-toe and I dance with the devil
    I'll take a whole boat out to Bahamas
    Shawty ride for a real one like a gunner

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    I done turned a dancer to a trophy
    I done balled with rings like Kobe
    Never send a tweet with emotions, uh
    She heard I sip lean, she got emotional
    Codeine got my heart like opium
    I can feel her heart beatin' when I'm huggin' her
    Take me back to Kingston to see my ancestors
    Pissin' on your grave in some red leather
    Pissin' on your grave in some red leather

    Forever's not long enough
    If it's endless, what we doin'?
    Toast codeine, trap stars, what we doin'? (Yeah)

    Pluto got twenty girlfriends, damn, I'm doin' it wrong
    Cut off all my hoes, now I'm only puttin' you in a song
    Day one, shawty been with me from the playground
    Hey now, baby, that's the reason I was playin' 'round
    Runnin' like a chicken with his head cut off
    Through the streets where the freaks love the red leather
    On my shoulder blades, in my older age
    See the error of my ways, but I'm still not totally over all the temptation
    Why does sin give you all the sensation?
    Yeah, I'm with Future up in Onyx just wastin'
    A lot of money on a stripper education
    Throw so much paper that we causin' the inflation
    Now it's late and I'm gettin' impatient
    Might run a train on a bitch, Penn Station
    Nah, I'm playin', I'm just lit, gettin' wasted
    And she whisper in my ear she wanna taste it
    Damn, you makin' it hard for me
    But I'm stayin' strong, I got authority
    Willpower, when I dub a baddie, I feel power
    Me and Astro six-foot-four, we the Twin Towers
    Twin Glocks with the switch piece that extend shots
    It's a metaphor for the boy when you in proximity
    I can't stop right now, they gon' remember me forever
    My story's more clever, my similes was better
    My energy was never on some toughest nigga shit
    I was just a conscious rapper that would fuck a nigga bitch
    I was just a college nigga from a rougher premises
    Kept my nose out the streets, but I love to get a whiff
    Of the action, with risk comes attraction
    The blicks get to blastin', I turn into a track star
    Wanted all the hoes, what the fuck you think I rap for?
    I been tryna slang the same wood since Hacksaw
    Jim Duggan, runnin' through the Ville in my Timbs, thuggin'
    Now I'm with Young Metro in the VIP, bitch, it's incomin'
    Coppin' all this liquor for these hoes like we McLovin
    Thinkin' to myself: Could I really be with one woman?
    Hmm, I think so
    But it's hard when you with your dogs at the freak show
    Thinkin' I could bag Rubi Rose with a keystroke
    Ego, ask yourself is that gon' bring you peace, though?

    (Shit, I don't know)
    Forever's not long enough
    If it's endless, what we doin'?
    Either you a rebel, what we doin'?
    Toast codeine, trap stars, what we doin'?

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