distance

Lyrics

[Intro: Zhané] Sweet taste of love The taste of love, it fills me up Sensation, sweet, don't— [Verse 1: FearDorian] Wake up, ayy, got the birds singing Ayy, I'll get you goin' for the wrong reasons Ayy, I'll get you gone for the right reasons (As above, so below) Why this white bitch in the crib? She don't like the season Uh, smoke so much dope, got my eyes bleeding Ayy, bells in your city, bitch, been ringing Ayy, you slide to my party, tell me who you bringing Ayy, you slide to my crib, tell me who you bringing Ayy, niggas plottin', ayy, niggas schemin' Ayy, niggas said I fell off, must've been dreamin' Ayy, you said that you called, but I didn't see it Ayy, lil' bro got a clip and he not a streamеr I can't be a family guy, bitch, I'm not Peter (Bitch, I'm not Pеter) I can't be a family guy, bitch, I'm not Lois (Bitch, I'm not Brian) When it come to paying homage, niggas owe me (Niggas owe me) Ayy, help a nigga look for shit, but I stole it (But I stole it) Ayy, ayy, runnin' in a fuckin' stolie (In a fuckin' stolie) Ayy, ayy, ridin' in a fuckin' stolie (In a fuckin' stolie) Ayy, if I wasn't sweet, that would be the old me, uh (Would be the old me) [Verse 2: quinn] Nigga, what you say? We've seen better days I got better place, let's get bread today Let's get fed today Flippin' over pictures, tryna reminisce today Trippin' over bitches finna land you in a grave I should take my own advice, I will never make it right Felt like it was every night that I was movin' out of spite Roll a spliffy, light it right Ain't no room up in this bitch, I won't never like a flight Sellin' drugs pay nothin' You see somethin', say nothin' If you see the jakes, run Never take a break, nah Bring her over, slay her She don't want to stay, fine This shit always take time Heard it through the grapevine, ayy You were sellin' baseline Put me on, big bro, tryna make my money Do some somersaults and back flips I hope that my engineer don't make fun of my adlibs I hope since the telly gone, the plugs will not start taxin' Tryna make enough to live a life of straight relaxin' I think it's a matter of just keepin' up with traction If we talkin' money, I hope we is only addin' I can't be broke in a day, so I cannot be braggin' Riskin' losin' everything when I be outside taggin' Cargo jeans saggin' Think I need a therapist 'cause I got hella baggage I can't blame these bitches, I done too much of the damage I ain't one of those niggas that let anybody manage If they on your payroll, they should never take advantage I could flip your whip in several states, I'm doin' damage I could flip your whips in several, ayy I could flip your whips in several states, I'm doin' damage