TLC

[06:13-09:13]

(Verse 1)

TLC! Fighting!
Broke boy no finance
Tender love from a cold heart
Life taunted me to fight air
Now i spray that, AK like ART
Baby this a stock kit
Buy you bags till you up and leave
Now i wear more than i lead
Arthur ash, better go catch em
Gold medals feel like rose petals
In the cold winter be my warm weather
For’ we down like the brett scandal
Fuck breakfast, more head till the boy headless
Leave may in a closed caskеt
Red eyes turning green soon
Running off out thе backdoor, slow burner turned cold lover
Pray to pink toes, donny glover
Grey skies over , pink matter till i fall ded on the cold tile

(Hook)

Whole lotta reasons to spare shit
Moving like i gotta death wish
If you gon screw me than fuck me good
I got some heads on a hitlist

(Verse 2)

Got a new bag
Sun burnt
Sunkist, you a warm touch
Lucid living where i have fun
I’ve been running from a bad love
Back up, need back up
Just to hold, when the light gone
You a carry on, better carry on, doing bad bring bad luck
I would love when the cash low, when the flight gone, better move on
Never fight when the bag low
Green eyes now, got new strengths , 14 from a herro
Bring heat to the garden, now they all wanna mosh him
Baby why am i a target?
Bad apple of the bunch
So i stick close , keep the dick close, tucked in by the coveralls
Still shooting birds , duck hunter, you a shrimp in the mid summer
Bake his ass for a potluck, now his ass wanna show up when another man finally load up
Stick close to your roots we don’t like weeds so i gotta smoke him

(Hook)

Whole lotta reasons to spare shit
Moving like i gotta death wish
If you gon screw me than fuck me good
I got some heads on a hitlist