Saba, Smino, 6LACK - Still lyrics

Still missin' my lady
Still smokin' like crazy
Still can't believe this is all real
Still spendin' per diem
Still lovin' these hoes
I still don't really need them
I'm still, our life is like a film
Set in a different realm
I'm still tryna decide how I feel
I'm still rough as a rider
I'm still right here beside you
I'm still tryna find a beat to-

She say "I gotta be still, yeah
I gotta be still"
Play your cards right 'cause when life goin'
Right then they might wanna re-deal
I say "I wanna be here"
But I got moves to make
There's so many people workin'
For me nowadays
That I don't even know who I pay, okay
I'm still right here beside you
Gettin' sick of the costume
What's the real world?
When you with me, you take off your cool
Admittedly, yeah, I do too
I know I'm more elusive
But her grip never get looser
And that's why I don't wan' lose her
Ridin' 'round two-ninety, windows down
I get reminded to slow down
I get a message, we up now
She go down with the boat now
I try to be profound
But you would get lost for me
I had to leave and put it on
Hold until you across for me again

Still missin' my lady
Still smokin' like crazy
Still can't believe this is all real
Still spendin' per diem
Still lovin' these hoes
I still don't really need them
I'm still, our life is like a film
Set in a different realm
I'm still tryna decide how I feel
I'm still rough as a rider
I'm still right here beside you
I'm still tryna find a beat to kill

High (High-high-high) , high (High)
High (you just still)
High (High-high-high) , high (High)
High (you just still)
High (High-high-high) , high (High) high
Uh uh uh, mm-mm

I hope you still got, hope you still got ass
You still got my hoodie, still have my car
Still have my wallet
Still in that pocket, hope you don't call it
Pullin' my card, still know your momma live
Right off Parker road it's-
Still be callin' told me she love me still
Got a bunch of stills of us fucking
Real disgusting
Still, live for somethin' still
Love a women still
Got my gun inside of the function
Stilliam Shakespeare, no eraser
I wrote this verse in stone
Sculpt the horoscope, I'm morse code
Still tapped in with your hoe
(With your hoe) smino touch the soul (Soul)
I change actually when I'm in the booth
I eat it like baba ghanoush
Bye bye the lames and bye bye the goose
I'm really just still into you

Still missin' my lady
Still smokin' like crazy
Still can't believe this is all real
Still spendin' per diem
Still lovin' these hoes
I still don't really need them
I'm still, our life is like a film
Set in a different realm
I'm still tryna decide how I feel
I'm still rough as a rider
I'm still right here beside you
I'm still tryna find a beat to kill

My mother's house
The glue that kept the family together
There's nothin' like y'all
People moved out of the city
And the compact got vacated
We were always loved more than
Half a hour from the house