letra de solace - jas the producer
trying to find my way to spring
she f-ckin’ wit my heart, dog, and pulling on the strings
trying not to reminisce about them days on the swing
set trippin’ i’m on my way down and spreading my wings, b-tch
they said i was a king
i’m sitting on her bedside and hearing her scream
i write raps about my life but got my arm in a sling
i take 10 for the night and hear the gardener sing, b-tch
[beat switch]
i’m runnin’ up a check dog
you know my brodies gang bang
i’m dying for my bih dog (yeah, yeah)
i’m dyin’ for my set, dog
the choppa going slang-slang, got diamonds on my wrist, dog
500 on my neck, cuffin no b-tch, huh
head huntin’, no side talkin, no snitch, huh
ridin’ round with the semi onto my hip, huh
no bih dance, no lane switchin, no kids (no switch)
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