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letra de cece peniston - left lane didon

[intro: jay nice & sample]
it’s that time again
you ought to be, a flowing stream
i could lose my mind, and wa-
you ought to be, a glowing light
so softly nice and all tonight
aye, aye
it’s flair jordan
come take a walk, aye
it’s mr. smooth flesh
this that ‘brown sugar on a sunday’
aye
a-a-aye
let’s get it
[verse 1: jay nice]
what’s the word today? the birds is chirping
made a perfect phrase, immobiliare made the serpents shake
the grass is cut with the keith
my og passed the paper with the crown, he had enough of the streets
now the task is up to me, i grab and run it with ease
thе baddest b-tches love supreme, thе jacket hung to the sneaks
ratchet always come with me, i had it under the fleece
the passion and hunger i keep adds and numbers increase
2020 party life envisioned, the stars is bright
it’s quiet in the morning, soft and right but hard at night to listen
the vices come when the dawn leaves, sun ducks and the moon leaps
love get holes dug, you can fall deep
remember walking across the sands, palm in hands
i pulled your body close and asked you for a dance, may i?
maybe i’ll take a break from time and shake the skies with my baby
i made fly, escape and vibe, looked her straight in the eyes
and told her, “you ought to be, a flowing stream
i could lose my mind, and wa-
you ought to be, a glowing light
so softly-”
get the money that’s well-known

[verse 2: left lane didon]
grass demeaning
do it matter if the plan was completed if in the end my ankles tangled in cement?
my shoulder-blades display an angel and demon
they argued over what side of the road they feel the trash can should be leaning
i had to be it, i don’t get the hands that n-ggas be seeing
i had to grab and reach to stand in the breeze and i had to breathe it
i put actions to my dreams, i put car keys, cones and ratchets in my jeans
i’m the traffic headed east
i ain’t asking for relief, i made my own bed
this ain’t what my granny did for me, i tucked the pillow in the sheets
put the brillo to the piece, now i’m landscaping
snake? i clipped the willow at it’s peak, smoke billowed out the heat
cold, frigid and discrete, homie you don’t know distance til it hits at you at your feet
brodie you don’t go fishing til that glisten hit the stream, get efficient with the string
i’m kerry kittles at the knees, long gone
march on, throwing skittles at the screen, yo i’m chiseled with the steam
them pom-poms, can’t shake if you don’t ever get to lead
and your energy depletes, then you settle for defeat
code lost, dozed off and wrote a riddle in my sleep
i sent the evidence to cece p-n-ston in hopes that maybe we’ll be friends again
my temperament age, i wasn’t ready then
and better gems stuck in my crown, heavy as the head
the weight’ll have your eyes on the floor if you slip and let it in
i’m tentative, that cloud in the sky is my blood relative
i challenged the odd and now my balance more genuine
i’m down for the ride, my mind jacks was on medicine
i’m loud as july, my time capsules smell expletive
dorks love to stand by the court like you run ready kid
we smoked you by twenty, you n-ggas barely competitive
immobiliare after the scratch and it ain’t a better blend
they say the ending is what the ending is but then again

- left lane didon

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