Correction Paroles Left Liquor par Brian Fresco

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I don't usually do this, right...
Yeah...

Since you done left, I
Been sleepin' a little more
Been sleepin' with different whores
Got a foreign with kick in doors
Ferragamo and Michael Kors
What more could I ask Him for?
But it's you
Like all this gold and all these hoes and fans
But you was like the truth
In the scene for the last eight
Word around town be my clique about to blow now
Sellin' out shows with a pocket of stones
Bubble hustle, I don't even shop at the store now
Used to smoke on the ave
[?] things with the [?]
Kickflip and I skate with no board now
Online shop when I'm bored now
Send a text to my brother to see how the tour sounds
I've been underground
My niggas tell me surface now
Like f*ck the competition
Ain't shit givin', give 'em circus rounds
She cater to me day and night
It's like my personal service now
A Xan and a liter, I'm leanin'
The stu with the kid
While I write [?] shape the sound
I tell her, "You can be my only one
These songs may be about you"
Despite the f*ck ups
Still pray for calm, it's family value
And I hope you turn this on
And know I'm speakin' directly at you
'Cause like me
My number won't change, just call and save the hassle

When no one's 'round
You can give my phone a dial
All them niggas were just practice trials
'Cause I done put you on that new shit now
All she needed was some
All she really needed was a little bit of liquor
All she really needed was a little bit of liquor
All she really needed was a little bit of liquor
'Til her ass got thicker and her pimp game tricker
All she really needed was a little bit of liquor
All she really wanted was some Cali in a Swisher
All she really needed was your boy, wanna hit her
'Til I turned her to a sipper, got her leanin' on a nigga like

Since you've been gone
I've been thinkin' a little more
Like what would this future hold?
Will I see arena shows?
Have problems with goin' gold
Shake [?]
I know my rent is due
But here's my last, I'll spend it all on you
We can live it up
Say family and friends tell me, "Boy you better slow it down"
Like, "Haven't you learned you a lesson from Pimp C and Yams?
Boy, put the codeine down"
I keep my mind elevated
You can stay down on the ground
The young alien livin' on Earth
So misunderstood, I think I'm bound to
Fall in that category
Label me a legend early
Swear I ain't went this hard since cuzzo turned me on to serving
And mama told me it'll be days like this
No lights, no birdies
But still no days off
Up with the birdies, chirping, working
And I still read over our old texts like damn what happened?
She couldn't handle my life, I had to choose the rapping
But on my son, I got you, get my check, Mercedes action
Stunt on these hoes but don't forget to hit my line, you lackin'

All she really needed was your boy, wanna hit her
'Til I turned her to a sipper, got her leanin' on a nigga like
All she really needed was your boy, wanna hit her
'Til I turned her to a sipper, got her leanin' on a nigga like

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