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Tuesday Feat. Jordxn Bryant

[Intro]
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

[Verse 1]
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 sumin'
You just made 50 grand in a day or sumin'
[?]
Anybody case til my face go numb
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 the K-0 sumin'
I got the strap, I gotta eat, I got some beamers to defeat
Like [?]where my Shelton?
Like it's just me against myself and I gotta [?]

[Verse 2]
When I'm high I feel my wings
Clip them shits if, 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
[?]
Figure you just run up and pass, so that's why I stuck ya move
Premonitions from the texts she sent me
My hommie told me she a queen, but guillotine was [?]
Underestimated-- the texts she sent me
From then on, I acted extra friendly
All I got is time to waste
Spill the liquor on the time x face
Trip a nigga if I'm tryna chase
Trampoline dreams get me high today
Feel me or kill me, but I'm tryna say:
Nigga, I spill

[Verse 3]
Look in the mirror
[?]
Cause I love drugs too much to even try to sell
I guess I [?]up too much for all this right and left
But I fucked up soo much, there's only writing left
Right at the bottom left corner of the city
Where the red clay master [?]bones of the richest dances you know
Could be the North Pole just put this glass to your nose
Breathe deep and stick a rapper (wrapper) in the back of your throat
Baby girl, if you ain't certain
You should probably reconsider
Reconnecting with the nigga
You was fucking
'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 telling her what spoon [?]niggas
Pussy is my favorite vice
And my vulnerability is limited
To the records I've written in
To the bitches I'm smiting 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