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Artist: Trevor Spitta

album: Cyclone

22 And I feel so grown
No breaks, one day feel so long
Same ones say they love you stepping on your toe bones
Shit got me so blown
And my wrist snow cone, and my flicks ozone
This sound like I'm calling up my boy on home phone
Flyest out of Jersey shit the boy home grown
She a dog and know I'm a whole bone, I am
Slick like rick dog
No pessimist, too superstitious
If I'm in the gym I flick my wrist off
Pissing on shit that used to have me pissed off
In a classic American
Went viral at 18 and I was ahead my prime, now they
Want to sleep, cool rest your mind
Because when this shit come alive, you dead to muah
My repertoire is ahead my time, once I
Read her lips then she read my mind
I collect the bag like Esteban
My echelon is up on record time
Put the cameras up
Boys got coat flows, got to hang it up
I been running shit, building up the stamina
Everything but amateur
You feel me, or really feel me?
I'm a take this world and flip it and just spin it like a cyclone
Girl it's way to up for me to lie low, yeah
Awe yeah
Baby we could die tonight and I know you don't want to die alone
Might as well just pull up for the ride home
We can hit the gas or just ride slow, yeah
Awe yeah
Just pull up on me, girl just pull up on me
Don't keep it lowkey, girl just leave it on me
Shit I saw you in a dream with me, where you were dancing on beat
See it in the air right now, know you feel it with me
Yeah, know you feel it with me

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