[Verse 1 Slug] Stepped inside this depth of a dive With nothing but my breath and this rep that Im riding Check around the room to get a fresh look Most these names already in the guest book So Im gonna sit on my stool and sip solo The missing half of a stack of ripped photos If she dont know so, the odds are blowing up Watch the word work, the gods are throwing up I never had trouble with the lovable Walk down that hill and fuck all the buffalo And by the time I get done with the small town Ashes of bridges and all the walls fall down Sitting in the middle of dialogue I know Im not the brightest star Otherwise Id probably be one foot out the front entrance Before one sentence even starts breathin Im leavin Dont need another reason to carry guilt But she got a fair grill and she very built Plus I like her smile and her eyes are wild Should I try to inspire you to bite my style Hold up you cant take every 20 something back to the lab Just to jelly up her belly button No thank you, my name is Sean Heres a dollar for the jukebox go play my song [Hook] X2 Cause this type of shit happens every day We all go to heaven, even enemies may You better stay in your place where the memories play Im just trying to live life cool Morris Day [Verse 2 Murs] On the B L O C, laying low key Hair gettin braided whilst Im talking to the homie OG, standing in the corner not talking The little homies sister wanna borrow my walkman Its front yard politics, we talk a lot of shit Who we wanna fight, broads that were trying to hit Kinda get bored so we bail to the store Then we back, posted up for a few hours more Now the homeboy cousin bring his ass downstairs Tryin to spark some convo, but dont nobody care Neither life or a square, Im not even lookin No respect on the block cos he a mark n a hoodie And I know this fool gonna say something sideways The homeboy just start him out last Friday Twenty years old, getting punked every Friday Think that he hard cos he did time at YA But my crew dont play, no time for discussion Kept talkin shit so my homeboy rushed him Stomped him out in the grass til he had a concussion Take ya ass in the house fool. dont say nuttin As he walked up the stairs heard him cry through the screen door Sucker ass chump, what he tryin to make a scene for Know that he heard me cos the window was open So I talked even louder and we kept on jokin [Hook] X4
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