Missing My Idols

Trippie Redd

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    Take a vivid picture, no photos
    Implement that shit into your mind, just so you know though
    Sucka free living, I'ma say that that's the motto
    So for any nigga on that sucka shit, I'm no hoe bro
    Might just have to drop a bomb, Han Solo
    Got me bicken back being bool, Quasimoto
    All about my paper gotta get my fucking dough hoe
    Always on the fucking go-go, you a bitch like Tony Romo
    Niggas came around now they extinct like Dodo's
    Meanwhile I'm in New York fucking up SoHo
    Just bagged a new chick, Caroline, nickname Coco
    Took her to the tele now lil' baby going loco
    She just give me face, ain't no fucking that's a no-no
    And she going 30 early dirty no soap though
    I laugh at the haters, everything they say a joke though
    And I'm screaming fuck 12, all these fowl ass po-po (yeah uh)

    Nowadays I really miss my fucking idols, so that's the title
    I grab a bible, pray for my rivals
    Dead on arrival, I swear this shit to me like a cycle
    Bodies in piles, blood rivers resemble Niles
    They need survival, they need to rehearse a recital
    I just sit back and listen to old Wayne songs
    And get dome from a bitch while I brainstorm
    And spit flames while also making it rain storm

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    See I can't ignore it
    And you niggas don't see it's in your brain you're snoring
    And you sleep on me until you can't no more
    And don't fake on me and try to play the boy
    I don't know why I feel like nobody loves me
    Or why they feel like my intention's something ugly
    Or why I feel like everyone needs something from me
    Or why I feel like everyone just saying fuck me
    Or why I feel like the opposition gon' buss me
    If I gave you my heart would you still love me
    Lately baby I feel like nobody trust me
    Is it just me, yeah

    Nowadays I really miss my fucking idols, so that's the title
    I grab a bible, pray for my rivals
    Dead on arrival, I swear this shit to me like a cycle
    Bodies in piles, blood rivers resemble Niles
    They need survival, they need to rehearse a recital
    I just sit back and listen to old Wayne songs
    And get dome from a bitch while I brainstorm
    And spit flames while also making it rain storm

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    Composición: Ozan Yildirim, Trippie Redd y Nik Dejan Frascona

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