Jayrila Novelist - TRIS

Lil mama, when I get to you, just know it's gon' be over
I'm feeling kinda lucky, but don't need no four-leaf clover
I let the devil get to me, he know I can't be sober
I'm drowning in this cup, my adversary's taking over

I'm folding up this baddie with her legs up on my shoulder
The sweetest kinda feeling, revenge, it just ain't the same
They say you get some love from your friends, but it ain't the same
I hate that I can't pretend that I really hate the game

Ballin' like I want to, move steady in my own lane
Sippin' on that Dusse, I'ma make something happen
Ain't relying on what you say, always wanna turn up
Got the streets hot as fuck on a Tuesday

Every day on the edge of my seat, ducking and dodging doomsday
Oh, sippin' Tris in my bedroom, mind inside, out of mind
Foreign whip, give me leg room, more exciting than my kind
Yeah, sippin' Tris in my bedroom, mind inside, out of mind

Woah, woah, Foreign whip, give me leg room, more exciting than my kind
Can't let the streets take control of me
I never thought I'd live to be an OG
I did a lot of dirty shit that just don't sit right

Praying to the Lord to forgive right
Trying to live my life right, but the past won't leave me alone
Karma got the address to all of our homes
I may have been judged for all my sins

But I'm a different man who made amends
Fuck my fame and all my friends
Sometimes I struggle and I just don't know the reason
A different storm, a different battle, different seasons

Sometimes I just don't know the reason
Sometimes I just don't know the reason
Sippin' Tris in my bedroom, mind inside, out of mind
Foreign whip, give me leg room, more exciting than my kind

Foreign whip, give me leg room, yeah
Just don't know the reason
Truth be told I got my reasons
Ayy, out of sight, out of mind, almost every season

Yeah, Tris
Just don't know the reason

Written by:
E Playa, Jack Smith, Stephen Johnson

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