Southern Comfort - A2, 6LACK

And you ain’t got to tell me man, I know they hate us

Tippin' money like I know the waiter

Mommy text me I got no behavior

I had to skip the country, I got no more data

It’s all in time I swear it’s soul forgiving

She think it’s mine but it’s chauffeur driven

It’s cold inside 'cause I’m known for chillin'

When you get inside it’s like a sofa’s in it

When they hit my phone they get the deadest tone

Sleeping on me, hope it’s memory foam

I dashed the weed, I nearly missed the boarding

I hate this feeling, I ain’t never home

It’s hocus pocus when I get recordin'

Watch me run this like I’m Kelly Holmes

I need a medal for it, so it’s set in stone

I’m smellin' louder than a megaphone

But I got focus with it

Fee’s a shooter without Colvers with him

I’m a known magician

New gen but I’m old edition

Couple new friends got some cobras with them

So I hold a distance

All in one when I go golfer with it

I’m the only one, you know I’m so specific

I pass the wave on like an old tradition

Me and Wonda cooking till they close the kitchen

Got a lung full of haze, I got sons throwing shade

But I’m in France with a French chick

In Pigalle doing French shit, she said my mind’s like a maze

I hate it when they’re desperate

The come up’s looking like Leicester’s, always try it never test it

You living life like them restless

You live nice, we don’t mention, I’m highly amazed

Wait, 'cause I’m the same shepherd, different sheep

The same method, different week

The same message, different beat

They think I’m sleep but I been awake

I been eating, check my plate, I been eating, check my weight

You know I’m feeling great, it’s me and Sam talking real estate

Its always been this way, it’s red wine with this fish fillet

All these songs that I give away, its gotta happen

More contracts for the spasm

I move like Tetris with the patterns, they won’t get it if I @ 'em

The spliff pulls smoother than satin

These are six bills shoes that I’m sat in

Front row seats doing fashion, got no heart I need passion

When I make a move it ain’t random, I planned it

I’m out of this planet I’m on Saturn

Word

Kill 'em all

I could tell by they faces that they didn’t expect me to

Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all

I could tell by they faces that they didn’t expect me to

Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all

(fucking get off my dick)

People from the past on my phone line

Don’t they know I’m having no time?

And you ain’t got to tell me man, I know they hate us

People from the past on my phone line

Don’t they know I’m having no time?

And you ain’t got to tell me man, I know they hate us

I put this shit in perspective

I pride myself on not being that young and reckless

This year was my first time down in Texas

I’m in South by and everybody got they fuckin' mouth wide

East-Side nigga

But the way he hit them 808's you think he South-Side

Don’t let your nouns and your verbs be the reason you fuck around and stumble

'Cause there’s no where you can run to

I push keys like gun do

Couldn’t see that I’m reading through 'em like a psychic nigga

Clearly you are not the brightest nigga

Everything I touch is Midas

I am being biased, I need fuckin' silence

When I’m in your city bitch I make a moment

I’m in Poland with a bitch who rolling

And that ass poking like she using waist trainers

Tummy t-shirt, not a weight gainer

She will tell you I’m a face painter

See I got so much shit to say but ain’t got the time

And you got so much shit to say but ain’t got the spine

I could tell by they faces that they didn’t expect me to

Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all

I could tell by they faces that they didn’t expect me to

Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all

(fucking get off my dick)