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lyrics
Always been in the mix
2010 was in the gym
The squad was sellin tickets
Make it rain, winnin games
Hit that alley oop
Then mobbin in that afterparty
Ask her what her body do
How do you do, pretty little miss thang?
You look too good for that dude
I’ll be your favorite mistake
You rollin with?
The homie lives around the corner
You ever sip on liquor while you hit that marijuana?
You ever stay up conversating late until the morning?
See, naked’s always honest
But the waitin’s always boring
I’m just sayin boo, let’s make a move
The homie’s spot is vacant too
No pressure
I’m just servin you up some options like them waiters do
Speakin of options, tell me how you feel about college
Cause me, I been thinkin about droppin out
This really been feelin like nonsense
This really don’t feel like progress
I’m really just feelin more stuck
And I keep seeing that word, slavery
When it look like me in that book
But it look like me on that court, don’t it?
And it look like me on that field
But they keep showing me in that courthouse
And they keep showing me in that jail, damn
There’s so many ways to keep me inside a box
As a kid I learned so many voices
It’s crazy I ever get writers block
Still happens quite a lot
I rolled the blunt and she laughed
“Of course the first black guy I fuck is also tryin to rap.”
damn
My girl all up in my ear
She just wanna get wasted
My brain hurtin from all this shit
Don’t know if I can take it
Now I had all them insecurities just bouncin around my head
The homie poured up a drink for me and this is what he said
“What’s the point of rappin anyway
You really need to get a dollar
I know you tired of livin this way
I can hit you off with product
Cause you know I got it
And you know a job don’t cut it
I don’t love it
But them hoes don’t come around smoking dro when you on no budget
So don’t pay them consequences no mind
You a smart nigger right?
Well if you use your brain, you gon be fine
Me and you, we cut from the same cloth
Let’s get it the fast way
Don’t worry bout yo stress
Best to just leave it all in that ashtray”
Damn straight, I’m a don
Livin fast, Ramadan
You don’t know what type of shit that I be on
Chasin that money in the settin sun
But the homie got locked up
So he called up, said he had shit twisted
Cause now he’s down for a ten count and it really don’t make no difference
This is where I find myself
I got nothin to do anyway
This is where I find myself
I got nothing to do anyway
This is where I find myself
I got nothing to do anyway
This is where I find myself
I got nothing to anyway, anyway
Anyway, I’m good
Standin motionless
Hopin doors’ll just
Open up for you
Standin motionless
Hopin doors’ll just
Open up for you
Standin motionless
Hopin doors’ll just
Open up for you
Standin motionless
Hopin doors’ll just
Open up for you
Open up
Baby don’t play yourself
Don’t nobody love you
You gotta save yourself
When there’s nowhere to run to
Baby don’t play yourself
Don’t nobody love you
You gotta save yourself
When there’s nowhere to run to
Lady Lash delivers a spellbinding blend of quiet storm R&B, industrial-tinged synth pop, and experimental hip-hop on her commanding new LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 24, 2021
