lirik lagu goldwood & elijah who - terracotta jug
[verse 1 ~ goldwood]
my life like yours that’s not a metaphor
i need a ring like rod brindamour
often feel lost in places i been before
still head on like a matador
these days i’m finding myself risking more
caught in deep thought while shaded by sycamores
lotta people left im riding for the ones that stayed right
i’ve done some things i know are coming with me to my gravesite
the valet park my whip pagani paint job like a grey/white
the engine cause a quake them boys behind mе won’t see break lights
[hook]
and i don’t care to bother
at granny’s spot a jug fillеd with wine and made of terracotta
i’m very proper kickin sh~t i feel like maradona
flannel like a farmer spliff stuffed with sticky marijuana
[verse 2 ~ goldwood]
you swag jackers rummage thru my trash you f~ckin alley cats
i’m so clutch that when i’m in the box they rock the rally caps
u a sneaky rat like the puzzles under the bally caps
in the old school v no gps a rand mcnally map
fighting thru the grit and the pain
i changed the game its never been the same like citizen kane
i live thru crippling pain
so i show up late to the award show
with 2 swords on my back like i’m zorro
oh you dissed me on your track you want a treat sweetie?
i been beating up these beats won’t ever sign no peace treaty
til the day i’m older, grey, and on a beach in greece reading
every town i’ll stop in for my tours will see increased cheating
[hook]
i still don’t care to bother
at granny’s spot a jug filled with wine and made of terracotta
i’m very proper kickin sh~t i feel like maradona
flannel like a farmer spliff stuffed with sticky marijuana
[verse 3 ~ ygb]
coulda f~cked w her but she was into jeffrey dahmer
put a fat spliff up to my lips it hit like tevon farmer
runnin laps i around favorite he a goner
elijah who and gold it’s gon explode more than the tsar bomba
my blessins all karma make her heart fonder
the tea bag in hot water with pajamas
i’m relaxin
the studio is right next to my mattress
i’m rollin outta bed start playin beats and gettin active
a martial artist hittin bags and practicin my stances
feel like the world champ i got more titles than a track list
remember we was smokin loud and hoppin over fences
y’all rappers think y’all on the team start warmin up the benches
i’m beamin through the nexus
speed demon movin reckless
my shawty fiend to see me she been countin down the seconds
i travel through the aether secret easter eggs with essence
the thousand armed don sparrin shiva through the trenches
yea and i don’t care for nothin
in that wild west i swear them horses on my carriage dumpin
i fear it’s comin head c~ckin like i’m hearin somethin
couple nights in paris on some sh~t u wouldn’t dare to f~ck with
[hook]
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