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Living in Greyscale If my pockets aren't flooding, I can't tell if I'll sink RIP Sandy You are still in my memory when I blink I'm only 17, but I promised that I'd make a 16 and be rich, My brother hit me up He said "Matthew, you know that I got your back, never trip" Living in Greyscale If my pockets aren't flooding, I can't tell if I'll sink RIP Sandy You are still in my memory when I blink I'm only 17, but I promised that I'd make a 16 and be rich, My brother hit me up he said "Matthew, you know that I got your back, never trip" (all this got this all grey) Counting this out? Okay I am aware of it - I get 250 but I know I'm sharp as a cutlass Though apart from my lack of funds, there's no heart Watch em all go jumpship, A boom bap bass won't help me run this I view your face, I can tell you're in vain It's in myself, shatter all the disdain (?) Turning pages, praying for it all I got the game locked up, no Alcatraz I'm boutta raise this stock and stop the clock It's my time - every line that I write is drawn I could give you the visual Tryna test me out - imma show you the principal. X'd out like Malcom, I shouldn't be in the middle But now that is typical Living in Greyscale If my pockets aren't flooding, I can't tell if I'll sink RIP Sandy You are still in my memory when I blink I'm only 17, but I promised that I'd make a 16 and be rich, My brother hit me up he said "Matthew, you know that I got your back, never trip" Living in Greyscale If my pockets aren't flooding, I can't tell if I'll sink RIP Sandy You are still in my memory when I blink I'm only 17, but I promised that I'd make a 16 and be rich, My brother hit me up he said "Matthew, you know that I got your back, never trip" (Zeigh made that ...) Crawl a mile - in my shoes "Up Next" Who got the proof? If you're still alive, you got it all to lose We're all gonna die, why not commune? Colder than Briggs, I feel like I'm Shannon Starting today I think imma be candid This is not rapping, I'm up on a tangent Calculating every line like a tangent Not how I planned it Regardless every track I make is an anthem I need some answers - Because Father Time is gonna kill us like Sampha I can't walk in those shoes - doin' that is only moving me backwards I'm moving faster, pass it to me and I'll hit it like Rashford I like to think in the future I'll hop out the ghost, Then turn into Casper, then stop talking after Cause people be fake, I swear they some actors Look through my lens, this album's a camera Killing this beat; like where are my manners? I guess there's only one throne - Are you Tywin, or you Sansa? Living in Greyscale If my pockets aren't flooding, I can't tell if I'll sink RIP Jordan You are still in my memory when I blink I'm only 17, but I promised that I'd write a 16 and be rich My brother hit me up he said "Matthew, you know that I got your back, don't trip"
Writer(s): Matthew Mullings Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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