Chase Allen
Chase Allen - Cloudy Afternoons songtekst
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Looking back no rapper all I dress up Flat screen cars on the naughty professor Sun raise beamer through the curtain 5 voice smells on my phone, saying this isn't working For certain, that's a loony for certain Given tone in her voice you can tell she was rehearsing Damn I should have used better judgment I should have smashed her friends and her cousins My cousin said cousin you was bugging You different main that's swagger like make loving You wifed her and you wasn't even husband Pop potato stressed out while she out clubbing So as the room lights get dim, falling like the wagon Of a black stay none like them Thick ones some like then Every times the horrors brought, Come they always lightskin This a shame, money in the vain Can't boy you love, they don't make him buy you things Like diamonds and chains, black on black range Private jet planes Mane I'm bout to go insane Give me a jacket with the straps on And if it's louie then I just might... my back on Need some love, hit onyx off then I stack on it Your ass look lonely, you sure you don't need a lap on it I'm just saying, cause you know, You fine and all, but Mama used to tell me take advantage of any single change I get Who would have thought that I would see some days like this Pass forward places that you see on tv Like a novel how custom turn the page like this I was made like this, I was raised like this Mediterranean sea, I got waves like this Minimum wage, I was once paid like this Hellfire smoking weed, how I blaze like this In school odd, didn't get A's like this In the barber shop, Jordan junk shot got fades like this Lasagna noodles with the chicks, get laid like this Fire hoes with the ruger, you get sprayed like this Disassemble gotti's part inside the lobby When our owners come out, we rob they asses with the shotty Cause we do this for a hobby, ain't tryina catch a body But if somebody spot me, they gonna make the news prolly Got nothing to loose, don't follow no rules Don't look up to me homie, just look up to my shoes Catch me at a bar mitzvah drinking nothing but booze On a search for my lucky break like I'm hunting for food Touch a hunned k soon as the weather start changing Before god fulfilled the book of revelation Lift her legs up, make her legs start shaking Then she hitting high notes, like a need of bacon And my fault, she wanted the morning situation Now she on the floor, vital for respiration Remind me the brown versus the boardal education Bust a la black remi and the segregation Mama said.