N.I.C.E. - Chills

Still getting chills from vivid cold dreams
Short days longs nights I remember those things
The eyes should feel what the body can't see
And if it's not real we don't consider those things
Niggas switching sides cuz they think that it's greener
But everything's peachy it couldn't be sweeter
I'm done being nice had to switch the demeanor
Having godly conversations while I chill with the reaper
High societies got me rapping in code
Giving value to my people like I'm rapping with gold
They tryna x me out like it's tic tac toe
But I live up to my name till it's written on stone
But it's still kyngshyt when the horns come in
I said it's still kyngshyt when the horns come in
Look
I keep purple hearts on me just to show my royalty
Keep a couple bands on me just to pay a lawyer fee
Inner peace is a job that's just the higher me
If I don't feel your vibe that's jus the lower me
Niggas flashing signals like they tryna get by
Asking for the smoke like they tryna get high
But reaching for me is like touching the sky
They see it's no limit and it's leaving them shocked
Everything that shine and glitter ain't gold
I done sold a lot of shit but I ain't selling my soul
You ain't gotta have my heart just to feel that it's cold
What's left better said probably said in this song
Finding nothing in these bitches got me losing my girl
Probably caught me hitting my dougie while I'm fucking the world
Taking more than for granted than what's given to her
Even though she deserves everything in this world
Like nigga it don't make no sense
I tried to lock her down with a iced out wrist
We came from fucking in tints to bringing up kids
A lot of shit give me chills but not like this
Nall not like this
I said a lot of shit give me chills but
Fuck it
Look
Idk why nigga shit still giving me thrills
I guess I'm addicted to that real nigga feel
And if it ain't the feeling tell me what do I feel
Im catching everything how I'm playing the field
I had to cut corners like a piece of a cake
And keep my composure like it's okay
But everything straight like the mood on my face
I got a wall for my boundaries protecting my space
Because you know a nigga act so spaciest
A lot of green faces but a nigga ain't racist
They tell me imma head I ain't know I was racing
I ain't never ran from shit except out of my my patience
Got me like

Written by:
Devin Strickland

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