Medhane, MIKE - popout lyrics
[Medhane, MIKE - popout lyrics]
Yup, yup and the clock still spinning
Went missing tryna find shit
Looking for the plots in a place
Where I can see straight
Wonder how the peace taste
Niggas keep you down
But in your face be copping pleas
And I peeped it keepin' my receipts and -
Moving on
Angel on my shoulder whispered that
I'm getting too involved and my bird heard
Yeah, I ain't know who to call
All my exes moving on, big bro left me
Devil wanna catch me devil wanna test me
Looking in the sky wondering why
He won't send me a sign or a stab?
And thorns in the pathing
Roses in the concrete
But when I try to pluck 'em
They just make my palms bleed
Took turns on the wrong streets
Retracing my steps in the calm breeze
Drifting got more raw in the kitchen
Kept in the ice box right
Next to the Red Stripe
Have me on meds like I
Couldn't get my head right need my own help
But the nigga know self
I know how the cold felt on my bare face
Ducking pain but I'm here straight
Trust me, yeah, I'm straight
Uh yeah
Miss me momma, miss me some drama
Boy I'm six feet apart and
Probably tipsy in Wawa
I ain't see the Harlem
I'm in these streets where these drugs
Got my black brothers dyin'
For the love of the pack I be buyin'
My skin be my can't define me, I'm defiant
Feelin' like the giant inner city lions
We be hunting while these other niggas lyin'
And these other niggas tryin'
And my niggas got they head straight
Now it's just the timing
Feel funny by myself when I
Look into the mirror
Cause I don't really know about
The nigga that's behind it
Strong hard armor, I been shining
Long, dark, partly from the past tense
I'm hardly into acting
Hard is if you acting like
You partially the captain
We bring the facts in
Running till they put me in the casket
Running it till they put me in the casket
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Went missing tryna find shit
Looking for the plots in a place
Where I can see straight
Wonder how the peace taste
Niggas keep you down
But in your face be copping pleas
And I peeped it keepin' my receipts and -
Moving on
Angel on my shoulder whispered that
I'm getting too involved and my bird heard
Yeah, I ain't know who to call
All my exes moving on, big bro left me
Devil wanna catch me devil wanna test me
Looking in the sky wondering why
He won't send me a sign or a stab?
And thorns in the pathing
Roses in the concrete
But when I try to pluck 'em
They just make my palms bleed
Took turns on the wrong streets
Retracing my steps in the calm breeze
Drifting got more raw in the kitchen
Kept in the ice box right
Next to the Red Stripe
Have me on meds like I
Couldn't get my head right need my own help
But the nigga know self
I know how the cold felt on my bare face
Ducking pain but I'm here straight
Trust me, yeah, I'm straight
Uh yeah
Miss me momma, miss me some drama
Boy I'm six feet apart and
Probably tipsy in Wawa
I ain't see the Harlem
I'm in these streets where these drugs
Got my black brothers dyin'
For the love of the pack I be buyin'
My skin be my can't define me, I'm defiant
Feelin' like the giant inner city lions
We be hunting while these other niggas lyin'
And these other niggas tryin'
And my niggas got they head straight
Now it's just the timing
Feel funny by myself when I
Look into the mirror
Cause I don't really know about
The nigga that's behind it
Strong hard armor, I been shining
Long, dark, partly from the past tense
I'm hardly into acting
Hard is if you acting like
You partially the captain
We bring the facts in
Running till they put me in the casket
Running it till they put me in the casket
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