The Cave: Season 2 - Episode 6

Lyrics

[Intro] We gon' act like we got, like, females singin' Like it's the samples Woah, Kenny Oh, that made it real Uh, uh, yeah Duh-nuh-nuh, I'm just sittin' on the freeway, yeah, yeah Yeah, so act like it's a girl singin' with me I seem stuck, that's a sign, that's a replay, yeah, yeah Take me down Alright, yo, yo Whoa, got a lil' bread, got a lil' bread Whoa-whoa, uh [Verse] Shoutout to bro 'cause he set the stage, uh The irony is I never cave Bitter 'cause I never got no shot, I been wet for days The only one to win just load manage and never play I got premonitions of injuries, gettin' carted out Of sculptures made from all the lanes that I been carvin' out I look up in the mirror and say, "Tell me what that guard about? Where you get that armor? You ain't have that when you started out" Walkin' on a thin line of impulse and thinkin' it through I need clout, Kenny, I might just start beefin' with you, uh Speakin' to my demons 'cause they talkative I break the plate that got me feedin', and all of it It's tales, tales of my feelings gettin' buried in a ditch See your cup runneth over, and I'm thirsty than a bitch, uh Don't ask me 'bout my mood, I'm blackin' like my nigga 6 Speak volumes, knowin' I could come and turn it up like this Ooh, damn, uh, I see you hurtin' like a bitch, woah Life done whooped your ass, got you like, "Hurry, get a switch," uh I wonder when they switch, uh I guess you limpin' up, the reason you ain't lit, whoa, no, uh I'm talking' to my dog 'cause they got him in the box I hear his thoughts, so I don't, I don't do little, I do a lot I teach him 'bout perspective, I help him get his bag Say, "You only slept on, 'cause you comparin' niggas paths" [Chorus] And I come and say, take me down Come back with a little hook, that's hard, huh, that was fire, uh Turnin' down somethin', some, uh Take me down We still imagine this girl singin' Oh, woah, uh, drunk-drunk, drunk-drunk, uh I love my hood drunk and high on the freeway, yeah, yeah Uh, uh Song goo as life, when I'm swimmin', shit on replay Fuck Postmates for takin' niggas food That shit ain't cool, bruh It's lit