Lyrics

(They keep asking bout the material) I'm comin' in it's silk (Why you wanna know?) Way too much time spent Judging the moves of others Or the views of others Shoot and run for cover A covert operative Armed with silencers Pushing for the major leagues, get through the minors first Boy, act like you've been here Make a splash then get clear Relocation to Vegas, blow the winnings and switch gears It's been years Of this shit And, baby I've been damaged a bit Swerve on the free way, it's a rush, I can't handle the kit Tires started balding at high speeds, them handles would drift Maybe I got a bit too comfy so calamity hit In over my head like scuba diving the coral reef Going to war for peace Shots ringing loud enough, baby to make your tour retreat Life been in action movie mode for half a decade Death threats, high stakes, leading ladies to make the bed break New chips, new suits, and new drugs to give me headache The plot cliches, been in need of a new template Put money up and the chips down Can't skip town, no, dear Wanna run it up, you can't sit down And I'm him now, you hear? Told you its silk Yeah, look Fragmented senses of self From the cards I was dealt At a low with high tolerance for pain Been ashamed Dragged through the mud Dirtied the tux, drained a bit of my sauce Jumped in the aqua blue coup, started burning exhaust Drove through LA without a purpose, I'm just tryna get lost Head in need of a cleaning, zen been put up on pause It's cold blooded, veins cubed or crushed Reptilian bleed, flicking tongues, yeah they wagging too much Snakes in the grass created paranoia for ya 'Member you're a warrior So prep the toast for the victory brunch Come through in the clutch Stop asking me what it's made out of I told you (silk baby silk) Put money up and the chips down Can't skip town no, dear (She see it) Wanna run it up, you can't sit down And I'm him now you hear? (Feel it baby) Put money up and the chips down Can't skip town, no, dear Wanna run it up, you can't sit down And I'm him now you hear? Tried to tell ya I can't do this without laughing Fuck, ok Glass Bullet
Writer(s): Osaze Akerejah Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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