Slacks - FIGURES lyrics

[Slacks - FIGURES lyrics]

Unh-unh (Kick it, kick it) okay

What it take in this place to
Realize we all the same? (That's on you)
What it take in this place for
Real eyes to be lain? (On ya)
I fell in love with the
Turbulence and she went airplane (On me)
Wondered where my curvy went
Let go and got some stains (On me)
Used to fall in love
But now everybody hatin' on me
Used to fall in love
But now everybody waitin' on me
Pass the tracks, pass the raps
And the stacks after that
Matter of fact, who asked you? Shit-
I've been working too hard to
Give loose to your blueprint
You say you need a good girl
Before you could do you
That's stupid like bruh
Who the fuck that make you?
I'm sure there's dudes who could suck
Dick better than yo' girl
I know girls who could take a hit
Hit back and make you hurl
Bounce her curls, at the same time
Texting the whole world
And been known I could do it, too
Forever with the swirl
Forever with the squirrels
I get my nut and unfurl
She playing with her pearls while
I'm sippin' on some Earl
Gray space is the lines, in between mankind
So be kind, and in the end feel all the light
And all like one another
But don't be like one another
Call 'em sister, call 'em brother
Call your father and your mother
Give yourselves a friendly kiss and every
Now and then a tugger (Mother fucker)

Gray space is the lines, in between mankind
So be kind, and in the end feel all the light
And all like one another
But don't be like one another
Call 'em sister, call 'em brother
Call your father and your mother
Give yourselves a friendly kiss and every
Now and then a tugger (You can hit it)
Lil' Slugger

Lil mother-fucker, who's your father figure?
Lil father-fucker
Tell me who's your mother figure?
Just be your own figure and
You'll figure it out go figure, six figures
Lil mother-fucker, who's your father figure?
Lil father-fucker
Tell me who's your mother figure?
Just be your own figure and
You'll figure it out
I'm a wigga? How you figure?

I could give a fuck about appearance, hell
If I could, I'd put it up on a clearance sale
So weird the smell
Get that shit out of here
Won't go near fear it'self vanity, insanity
Count the products on your shelf
Take care of your fake hair
But ain't dare take care of self
Made aware to mine veins bare but
Ain't pay mind to health
Our shame wears deflated sails
Fuck the air we want wealth
Oil drilling stays willing
We stuck to the cars we are dealt
Arms full of welts
From pulling it together with welds
Blame it on the full metal jacket mentality
Straight gone through hell thanks
To fascist faculties
Yes, they fucking wit' white boys
But I admit a bit casually
Believe me, I hate this shit actually
I can feel judgement attached to me
Government tracking me
Why ain't nobody giving no slack to me, huh?
I'm judging you before we even met
Hypocrite-ass shit, but see
It's what I expect
And if that don't tell you nothing
Here's something else to regret

Our love been away for so long (So long)

Lil mother-fucker, who's your father figure?
Lil father-fucker
Tell me who's your mother figure?
Just be your own figure and
You'll figure it out go figure, six figures
Lil mother-fucker, who's your father figure?
Lil father-fucker
Tell me who's your mother figure?
Just be your own figure and
You'll figure it out
I'm a wigga? How you figure?

Oh my, my sheesh!

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