LL K.i.D - SHOOTIN'

Thru the city I ride, rock and roll, this one might be too personal
My suicide note to the homies and my bros if I don't end up phenomenal
Woah, it's over, stories on me still gon' tell, tap into demons my holy grail
Daddy issues turn to self esteem issues, baby I'm team issues
My demons who really is a tissue, I'm as clean as a bottle of Listerine
Baby I'm kidding I'm off the lean, I'm sipping on Malawi gin only
It consume me, grab my phone, hi it's Mr. Lonely see I'm fucking with you lowkey

Need you to slide, 08 or 09 I know it's late but we got time
Alright, alright I hear you, wanna see you all the time
Party at your crib, like how you come alive let me slide, let me slide
Do you see the time, god damn it you so divine

Looking in your eyes, beauty is defined, no lie
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You are the one for me
Need you to come and seal in my mind
Been wondering you up under me
Your vibe plus your energy
Awakening in me, linking no synergy
I be capping, fuck it, get to this money
No need for all the fussing
Smoked tobacco with Wadi for the first time
Been passing shawties and joints
Since before I could remember
Loot in the back seat
We plotting on July and again in November
And again we forever, look
Money remain in the mode of the world bigger
I know it, I need to see it all
Get it all and be it all
Man, I got dreams, make my CD feel small
Self-aware, like a girl who thinks she too tall
Know me as Mr. Self-Involved
I'm sorry when I don't respond
But don't you call me, be not that involved
It's low-key, want me a lover, a homie
Somebody to console me

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Written by:
Wathu Zawala

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