LASTING IMPRESSIONS

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[Part I: Paris Morton Music] [Intro: Nina Simone] Everybody is half-dead Everybody avoids everybody All over the place, in most situations, most all the time I know, I'm one of those everybodies [Verse] Yeah Ceiling fan, spin the block, yeah Without my plans, tryna make it to the top, yeah Ayy, don't be playin', I got yo' hand in the jar The way you lookin', you ain't never seen a star Shawty know I'm a player But she don't even care You know I had to leave my city, I couldn't make it there You know I had to come back and get the ones that I left Every time the room get hella smoky, bae, I'm thinkin' clear Like, be honest Who you thinkin' 'bout when you on yo' lonely? I send messages across from the function We ain't finished, baby, look where we started I ain't trippin' 'cause you know I don't love none Is you crying like you cuttin' a onion? Shooter slide if I give him some munyun I ain't gon' front nothin' Ride with a nunchuck But really, like, fuck love She do not want none I'm callin' for ya like I know your name Bags full of old bags, girl, I know your game You walk and you talk bad, girl, you got a lane I can't be your Superman but you Lois Lane And we vibin' to the music Love the way I do it In my eye They hatin', I call checkmate Six zeros what that check say And spent that shit the next day Girl, you know I woulda came back for ya Spend racks on ya You ain't ask for it Fix me up, I hit the strip club with mad money I know where you at like it's a AirTag on ya Bitches always fuck up when you 'bout to brag on 'em All these niggas internet, I had to lag on 'em [I can call it finished, I been actin' fast on 'em?] [1:38] Bitches at the cabaret treat me like Bad Bunny Why you mad, sonny? Shit is mad funny Knowin' what these bitches do, you can't be sad, homie Pull up in the SLS, I came with crash dummies Know they got the sheisty on, boy, they'll crash for me Give a fuck 'bout who I pass, shit, they in the way I'm lovin' you with all this passion, can't call it fake And when I leave, I come back, shit, let's call it fate And if my life gettin' too quick, I can even stay I mean now [Outro] But I still woulda came back through for you But I still woulda seen you live like the news But I still woulda But I still woulda had yo' legs split in two But I still woulda had my hand on her, too But I still woulda had them nights in yo' room But I still woulda had them nights in yo' room But I still woulda had them nights in yo' room [Part II: Weston Road Flows] [Intro] You are now listening to Teen Spirit Radio on Power 98 Thank you, GUCCI-woo Ayy, uh [Verse] Niggas wanna pick and choose, we got different views Shit ain't always black and white, this shit got different hues Draco tucked inside that Vetements, I'm on the move, huh I don't think he wanna beef 'cause I got nothin' to lose Do not talk to me 'bout niggas that I'm better than My dope came straight from [?] My cup dirty, got melanin I gotta admit, yeah Black truck around me like the president is here Just let me ride with ya We so locked in, I hope I die with ya I want like nine figures I got into fye adventures I come alive and spend some time with ya We get so high listenin' We cannot find vision Uh, old opps, I still got vengeance for 'em Them bullets come reform Just follow me on tour It's like we takin' free kicks the way we settle scores You trippin' 'bout a freak bitch when she gon' give me more I was in the 6 on Weston Customs got me stressin' Say the dog smellin' weed, tried to handcuff me I just landed off a plane, bad bitch gave me her name Bitch tried to kidnap me, shit will never be the same Uh, know I got smoke for yo' head, top We shoot off yo' dreadlock We put him on bedrest, that nigga is deadstock The therapy wasn't workin', I gave him a leg shot Now he better not run his mouth, yeah, better not Yo' bitch in a leglock I'll stop when the meds stop I come when the feds knock We stuck up on the clock, like, shit, I thought it's in Bangkok We poppin' like bacon in Margiela Mason (You are now listening to Teen Spirit Radio on Power 98, thank you, GUCCI-woo) [Part III: Cabaret] [Intro] Yeah-yeah [Pre-Chorus] Shawty, yeah, I Wanna know you're bad Tryna find you Baby, where ya at? You like a monsoon What you put me through Yeah, my mind cool And my racks blue [Chorus] Ayy, goddamn, come over Tryna get with you, I know you need closure Shawty done blowin', I'ma turn into a lotus My love, you a four-leaf clover Working at the cabaret all night times, we nocturnal You be workin' overtime every day 'cause you gotta earn more Chillin' on the bayside Never threw you wayside Shawty never waste time When we fuck, we on the safe side I ain't never had a little Wanna get up with her Shawty like a squid Ink get all up in her [Verse] Got yo' heart on a leash Biker gang, got my heart on my sleeve Kevin Hart, keep this shit short with me Stay away from niggas like they got disease High as fuck, I seen yo' body in a dream Can you blame me? This exotic what I breathe Baby cryin' but she just another me You will cause a wreck and then fled the scene I know you Ayy, ridin' down Biscayne Shawty got the best brain Shawty want a sex tape Money ain't the best thing New diamonds and I'll never hide that You lackin', don't make me remind that Niggas watchin' me like Comcast Fuck niggas, get yo' home back Left 'em all and then popped four tags Drop the top like I ain't even know that [Pre-Chorus] Shawty, yeah, I Wanna know you're bad Tryna find you Baby, where ya at? You like a monsoon What you put me through Yeah, my mind cool And my racks blue [Chorus] Ayy, goddamn, come over Tryna get with you, I know you need closure Shawty done blowin', I'ma turn into a lotus My love, you a four-leaf clover Working at the cabaret all night times, we nocturnal You be workin' overtime every day 'cause you gotta earn more Chillin' on the bayside Never threw you wayside Shawty never waste time When we fuck, we on the safe side I ain't never had a little Wanna get up with her Shawty like a squid Ink get all up in her