Sketches from Westlake

Lyrics
[Chorus] I woke up like what a crazy world I got a phone call right when I passed Earl's (Passed Earl's) Money always on my mind, every day the first Stack now, ball later, gotta make it work Ball now, fuck later, get what you deserve Countin' twenty-dollar bills, that's my homework Quick to spend a C-note on a T-shirt (On a T-shirt) I would hold Carol hand, we would sit in church If this world were mine, I would give her the Earth [Verse] You gotta take time to heal, especially when you hurt Me, I spend money, blow it in a hurry There's another thirty, where my Ayеsha Curry? Somewhere in Soho Housе probably off a Perky And two mixed drinks got her talkin' dirty Tryna gas my head up, she was singin' all my songs, uh You not like those other guys lookin' sus when they perform Two tracks when they perform, penthouse, that's the norm Ocean view, that's the norm Judgin' from my point of view, she on board Have my lil' homie flick me up on tour He call me Dom Brady 'cause I help the team score And we notorious (Uh), the building's what's boarded up The motherfuckin' horror was the government put us in this spot (Yeah) And I came out victorious to Waldorf Astorias And now I'm in the house just chillin' with a few guns (Uh) Smokin' in the dark, superhero, I'm my own one Forever, I'll be on one, swingin' for the home run Based off my income, I done hit plenty of 'em The vision wasn't label-funded, we put up our own money Didn't need a credit check, Goyard filled with blue hundreds Yeah, I like who I'm becomin', even when it ain't sunny I feel like a beam of light, you could get some game from me You could get [?][2:07] some gift cards for groceries I'll treat you like a trophy and let you shine and host things Rarely do I post things, my calipers be roasting Haters think I'm boasting, but I'm in it for the whole thing Tell me where it's at, guarantee I'm showin' up (Uh) Twenty-four lilies, all white, just showin' love I don't need much in return, just trust But if she talk too much, there could never be an us Cuttin' soul mafia, they say we charge too much But your girl like how it's cut, I'm tryna boss you niggas up Tryna put you in the winner's seat, show you how it's supposed to be There could never be another me [Chorus] I woke up like what a crazy world (Crazy world) I got a phone call right when I passed Earl's (Passed Earl's) Money always on my mind, every day the first Stack now, ball later, gotta make it work Ball now, fuck later, get what you deserve Countin' twenty-dollar bills, that's my homework Quick to spend a C-note on a T-shirt (On a T-shirt) I would hold Carol hand, we would sit in church If this world were mine, I would give her the Earth
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Credits
- Writers
- DOM KENNEDY
- Polyester the Saint
- Omar (Producer)
- DONTMINDIFIDUKE
- TROY NōKA