Love Luka - Time does Taxes

Always pulling in that brass
Tax bleed to the bone
She call me up like Hey what you on
I said Fuck sleeping in then I passed back out on the phone
Ain't got no time to listen to you moan
Why is everybody always preaching
That's why I only go to party on the weekend
Cause I'm always bringing in that brass
Tax bleed to the bone
And I know I ain't got no time to be wasting

Shorty pulling up right by my side in the matrix
Know that I don't work no nine to five but got a paycheck
I can see the greed up in yo eye from the ancients
Rather be at home just getting high then sending blank checks
And she hit my with that next text
We going for Tex Mex
Now she getting mad about some feelings I don't express
Don't mean to be pressed that's just me feeling less
It's a whole world and it's wearing on my like a necklace

I been under pressure but I snapped back
Been on the floor you don't wanna reenact that
Built my repour from an image that was matte black
Feeling restored and I'm never gonna backtrack

Like my Granddaddy had taught me get one bag at a time
Remember all who fought and brought me don't just think that it's mine
I know God he got a broad for me and this ain't the time
So when you up late night and calling me just keep this in mind that I'm

Always pullin' in that brass
Tax bleed to the bone
She call me up like Hey what you on
I said Fuck sleeping in then I passed back out on the phone
Ain't got no time to listen to you moan
Why is everybody always preaching
That's why I only go to party on the weekend
Cause I'm always bringing in that brass
Tax bleed to the bone
And I know I ain't got no time to be wasting

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Love Luka

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