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wakeupjade - dinner كلمات الأغنية

where you hailing from, what you getting into
how big is the whale that you’re sailing from, guess what i’m getting in to
seeing ends in new beginnings, remnants of what they been through
they diving in to deep ends, remember the pools infinite
like i slide in to dms, murky lenses i see through
hang with girls who are tired of being, riding for reasons they try to hide from the eq
never could relate to what she writes in the p.s., while she never debated what i described in the pm
when push comes to shove i despise how they treat you, once the p-ssys above, i will climb to the steeple
looking for something to drive me like my mother used to, cooking with sauvignon white wine in the blue moon

(hook x2)
i’m still at a hippy hole in 828 jacob waidin thru the waters,waking up the jaded with the haze that’s in my mortar, feeling like i met the maker, while he was playing the martyr, feeling like part of the trinity, right beneath the father

so, tell me how i fit in the picture, i got my eyes on that
crime in the slightest of riots, they finding idols, in the vultures and the rise of the trap
mice fight with the rats, tribe pattern tats decorate the life line
batter skippits with a caption like battery acid,p-ssive p-ssengers on trips but daddy was having it, cl-ssy
so grab a bag with the zip, and pack a mag or a clip or whatever gets you down from your carriage, nothing
so carry her on hands and present to her to the animals, an act they sure would fathom, scratch the hyphens with that
arm and a leg on a platter, for another stave, on the ladder, ask for reason or at least getting the licenses cracked

(hook x2)

gloomy lights illuminate the way
back to mama maui swim with luna in the waves, never saw indigo blue again, waiting for lilies to bloom, look pretty, before tripping on shrooms, kickin in full effect,the ruler of silly
ride looking flyer for a boo on my w-lly, when i feel wicked i find truth in what k!lls me
believe me,believe me, holla when you see me,on one ride of my lifestyle, in whips with no ceiling, my heart skipped for a kiwi
don’t front but confront me, cause i don’t need that company beside or infront of me
he’s lying to be something, that has died away for nothing, questions rise about this wannabe
he f-cking wanna fight me for my honesty, (glad to be) glad to be enlightened by this son of a b, i’d rather sell my gun for the lease, but i guess that’s only me
the eye on the money never cries for anybody, i’ll never know what it feels like

(hook x3)

- wakeupjade

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