Topaz Jones - Sourbelts

Описание: Topaz Jones - Sourbelts
Prod. by Jack Hallenbeck, Topaz Jones, Alissia Benveniste

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//LYRICS//

(Verse 1)
All on them lips just like gloss
All of them pictures I lost
All of them fingers I crossed
All of them wishes I tossed in the well
I need a ride from my pops
I need to buy some eye drops
Peace of mind, piece of pie
Can’t even sleep I cyclops quite a lot
Blind folding origami
Order sushi, pouring sake out
Gorgeous view from the roof
More Confucius from your cottonmouth
Easter eggs turning rotten now
Throwing toilet paper
Porta-potty mouth
Made the morning paper
Can’t afford to save a single cent
Counting every second like they sang for Rent
Momma say I don’t know how to act
Over my shorty crib after school
Keys jingle, Kris Kringle out the back
Never understood how a fat nigga made it down the chimney
In the first place
My first taste of lust, came laced inside a Honey Dutch
We was watching Bubbles, Blossom, Buttercup
Can’t lose my mojo
Brain was too loco
I’m bangin’ with Weezy
The pain in his vocals remind me of Stevie
I’m steaming like Coco
It’s almost a quarter to three
Do you still got the quarter for cheap?

(Chorus)
Why blame it on my maker?
Won’t save me from my nature, yeah
Won’t shade me from this rainfall, wooh
A clean slate that’s all I’ve prayed for

(Verse 2)
East side boy got the streets hot
I could fry an egg on the block when Police out
Birds flock to me like a Peacock
Bass make her feel the trunk shake from the tree tops
Never got TLC from the radio heads but I see ‘em on the creep now
And a whole lotta folk wanna reach out
Last we spoke, it been long as a beach towel-mm
Kitchen hot but I can’t chicken out
Fuck it I hatch me a plan
I’m smoking that sacreligious with the fam
We might go sacrificial for the lamb
I might go trade my master for a diamond chain
If I die in vain, pray it’s private plane
Know some living legends in a lot of pain
Tears tattooed, it's a crying shame (God damn)

(Chorus)
Why blame it on my maker?
Won’t save me from my nature, yeah
Won’t shade me from this rainfall, wooh
A clean slate that’s all I’ve prayed for

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