Tuesday

LETRA

Tuesday

Sleeping flow to flow with the angels
Door to door like Khroma
Hit ya door with that Kramer
All shaky and angry
Watch ya step
Head to toe, head to toe

I know the money won't change us
I ain't change my face in at least 'bout 8 months
I ain't change my skin in at least 'bout 8 suns
Same socks from that day one run
The problem is that you never play with lingo, son
Let that sink in like that lake or sum'
You just made 50 grand in a day or sum'
We can't bring 'em back but it's gon' be okay, pour some
Henny by the case til my face go numb
Bitch, this beat got the whole place all dumb
And I'm just tryna see where I can place both thumbs
I got a legacy to keep, I got to KO sum'
I got the strap, I gotta eat, I got some demons to defeat
Like great grandma Shelton
Like it's just me against myself and I gotta slay both 'um

When I'm high I feel my wings
Clip them shits if my soul's is in your view
Feeling sober in a pool of Hen and Cola breaking rules
Like "that's ya girl?", I hit her too
Love just how that figure move
Figure you just wanna pass and so that's why I stuck a move
Premonitions from the texts she sent me
My homie told me she a queen, but guillotine was the neck, head left me empty
Underestimated the texts she sent me
From then on, I acted extra friendly
All I got is time to waste
Spillin liquor on the time x face
Trip a ni*** if I'm tryna chase
Trampoline dreams get me high today
Feel me or kill me, but I'm tryna say:
Nigga, I spill

Look in the mirror promise self some mindless wealth
Cause I love drugs too much to even try to sell
I guess I love up too much for all this right and left
But I fuc*** up so much, it's only writing left
Right at the bottom left corner of the city
Where the red clay master redbones of the richest dances you know
Could be the North Pole just put this glass to your nose
Breathe deep and stick a rapper in the back of your throat
Baby girl, if you ain't certain, you should probably reconsider
Reconnecting with the ni***, You was fuc*** 'fore I hit it
I'm a hazard, I'm a master, I'm a slave, I'm a sickness
I'm a blunt away from tunnelling with spoons to free you niggas
Pussy is my favorite vice and my vulnerability's limited
To the records I've written in, to the bitches I'm smitten with
Death of a little brother can turn you into a kid again
He's in a better place, the toe tag was just the ticket in