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Mavi

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    Yeah
    Yeah
    Yeah, yeah
    Oh, I'm back, baby
    Fuck you niggas talking 'bout?
    Yeah

    My eyes move quarter-time, my pupils quarter-sized, I'm lifted
    I need endorphins, high if only for the night, I'm injured
    I set my core aside like for the source cure my symptoms
    Just got my sword in spine, the mission sort of lined up with them
    I tried destroying mine to cleanse the boredom out my system
    I sit at borderline alluring corpses out my sickness
    I metamorphosized then made a course up out my trenches
    I let the Lord decide if I would go or not and He sent me
    I showed my mortal side and she was mortified, I wished him
    I close the door sometimes, still go to work behind my assistant
    My head absorbin', now I try ignorin' sounds that I'm litty
    Lay dormant, poor disguise, this shit may organize my city
    'Fore tourin', I hit brodie with a quarter-pound, he a fifty
    Even when a nigga's scorin', I'm assistin'
    Six deep, a hundred-forty rounds in our semis
    Niggas know what come with noise around my city
    Niggas can't talk about poise without my mention
    Just another point in mind poisoned by addiction
    When I defeat one, another three come around grinnin'
    Got my feet up and my fee up to contentment
    Smell the weed smoke around, she was out of my wisdom
    Got my reach longer, now redrawn my limits
    'Cause I reopened now, squeezin' all of my limits
    But a leak on the ground creepin' up in my business

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    Shit, was my one way to pastor
    Didn't have nothing to back the checks, I make love and I latch my chest
    We stay hungry dodgin' the feds, was humble 'fore they could teach me
    I starved my ego instead under cover by my regrets
    I stumbled into success but really, I kicked in the door
    My Achilles' tore off my leg
    Remember when I was pure but ain't have nowhere I could rest
    I told her make sure she sure 'fore I'd never seen her again
    Came knockin' just like before but the hinges was all cement
    I'm squaring up at the score, wasn't sure this is what I meant
    This minute, tore another limb
    Yeah, was my one way to pastor
    Didn't have nothing to back the checks, I make love and I latch my chest

    Yeah, it's crazy, I swear to God
    Like today, I woke up
    And I looked in the mirror and I was pondering
    And I was fucking wilding
    Haha, alright

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