Frida - Armand Hammer, Quelle Chris, Fielded

I slip, I slide, I lift, I’m a mover

I ride, I whip, I been steppin' on cracks, momma’s hip

I slip, I slide, I lift, I’m a mover

I ride, I whip, I been steppin' on cracks, momma’s hip

Neck, back broke, had to double back, mainstay

Only lip, brain state

Off the whip, gotta bump, gotta say

I been down by the law long

Ain’t got the time, know you wanna holla back

Same number, new number

Same nigga, new nigga

Don’t be talking out your back

To your partner, to your family, to your nigga sitting pretty

Don’t be talking 'bout your racks

I done proved every bar, every bar

I’m a source, let’s not talk about the raps

I’m about to hop the pond, get some pounds, get some pounds

I ain’t talking 'bout the whip (skrt, skrt)

Curb side, my low level bird eye

If I’m not hitting licks with the missus

Talking bidness with my nerve, why?

Word, aye?

Let me get a pack of reds, pack of papers, Now & Laters, it’s a herb eye

Suddenly you hand me the itching sweet lies

And right now, yeah, pearls before swine

But the swine’s too deep for bitter melon

Then follow in the secret recipe

Livery cab floating, heat high

Window cracked, moist, open, curb side, bean pie

Wild black, pithy slogan, paid tithe, large tax

Here’s hoping we sly, they lax, they lacking

Billy Ocean, high tide

Speed traps, wasted motion, poke the ride

Feedbacks, sofa boating, laser scoping, quarter bribes

Kneecaps

Somebody tell him he won’t ever play again

It’s over

(You got your whole life ahead of you son, nothing' to be ashamed of)

Saved by a good guy with a gun just stolen

Graves but they don’t have names so it kept going

Go crazy, you trying' to figure it out, just stay in the moment

Stay in the moment

Livery cab floating'

That buck that bought the bottle coulda struck the lotto

Sounds tight, but ring hollow

That’s nobody’s wife, that’s Frida Kahlo, that’s Frida Kahlo

Flights like Rollo, pescado, I make a water swallow

That buck that lost the lotto coulda bought a fucking bottle

A hundred fifty roses in an ocean of milk

Light leaped on the camera, smoke how it feel

Ooh, I got you open

Out the box for your mulch garden, coach pardon

Power harnessed, powder harden to rock

That was catharsis, from the starship

Face down on the carpet

Ooh, and the arcs twist

Was it a swoon or a target of the archer

Departures, arrivals, left foot on tight rope

Crows peck my eyes closed

I heard you niggas was manifesting'

Kissing' between the thighs on the boardwalk

Cross talk, ecstasy, voices dragged out by the tide

Bouncing' back, found a jetty on the grind

Blood in my eye, I’m doing' quite fine

Next to me, far from yours, true

Nothing’s sacred 'til I made it so

Which way is up?

Still got a ways to go

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