Tuesday - EarthGang, Jordxn Bryant

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 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

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 fucked 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 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 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