Текст Marc E. Bassy – The Season
Текст:
Fuck if I get on, Imma keep smoking
Hit me later on for some deep stroking
I’ve been writing songs just to keep coping
Check him every month, put a lease on it
Lifestyle of the rich and foolish
All my wives just become users
All my dimes just become shooters
She told me
«No more late night leaving»
I told her, «Baby it’s the season
Everybody’s tryna make a way
And I can never trust a word you say»
Fuck if I get rich, I still got my brothers
You ain’t nothing new, you just singing covers
Don’t carry the torch if they call my number
I probably live on, I don’t use no rubbers
Summer Seventeen, and it’s hot’ than ever
Let’s go to my spot, just got it together
I don’t got no love, but I really do though
That’s how we get taught, Imma love my crew though
So she said
«No more late night leaving»
I told her, «Baby it’s the season
Everybody’s tryna make a way
And I can never trust a word you say»
I’ll be loyal baby, I swear I will be
If I step out of line, girl it’s still me
In a Audi, but I’m leaning like the Sun Impala
Acting boujee, girl I’ve never seen you at MET Gala
Plus a dude is basic, probably take you to Cortana
Got beads in my bracelet, let me speak a little mantra
Fake it till you make it, that’s the only way to prosper
I don’t see the difference between trap or doctor
Used to see the priest as someone with nothing to offer
Lately I’ve been talking like I got a holy father
Really always felt like music kept from me a higher power
If I don’t speak my mind it was just a wasted hour
All in line for line let the story be about us
«No more late night leaving»
I told her, «Baby it’s the season
Everybody’s tryna make a way
And I can never trust a word you say»
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