Buhn Jake - Snails & snakes (feat. Don Lamont)

This percussion missed you
Like a concussion hit you
Repercussion misused
Drugs I'd rather refuse
Drake these are the views
Often I see abuse
Of people neglecting their truths
For a dime and two juice
Like
Here are the materialistic goods that they come with
The homie nice and all but all he ask can she suck dick?
Like yeah I mean it's cool are you sure you can front it?
I think about it constantly
That means that you're toxic
So when you was at the lowest
Where was the homies at?
And I'm not talking bout' a text back or a snapchat
I'm talking going to war with them right behind your back
And seeing them smile
When you know you can't look at
The fact that your doomed
A flower can't bloom
Alone in a room
Kid Cudi the moon
Shakespearean whom
Baby stuck in a womb
Often I do assume
Must be her perfume

Snails
And snakes
And snails
And snakes

Watch yourself when they slither through
Shit it's gonna get dark like the winters do
Girl to keep this shit a buck
I'm not that into you
But I need a soft head of hair to run my fingers through
I lost my heart at the end of round two
Then I got a standing ten
Can and went and found you
Ain't gonna lie
I've been acting brand new
But you're still under my skin like you were a tattoo
It rings true the things we been through
It got me so Don dog tied like Shih Tzu
So when I blitz through
Your heart admits who
It missed in the abyss
Your hips and lips too

So this emotional damage to the ones that I do love
Should I hate my life for not finding the one inside the club?
Should I lie to her like O.J with a glove?
Or take off the pants like a rubadubadub
In the tub
It's ok baby go dirty in the mud
Sleeping here tonight?
Ok, let's make the bed go thud
And if it were just us I would Noah's Ark your flood
And if he was a hand grenade I know he was a dud
So when you was at the lowest where was the homies at?
And I'm not talking bout' a text back or a snapchat
I'm talking goin' to war with them right behind your back
And seeing them smile when you know you can't look at
The fact that you're doomed
A flower can't bloom
Alone in a room
Kid Cudi the moon
Shakespearean whom
Baby stuck in a womb
Often I do assume
Must be her perfume
Yup
Heres to the snails
Heres to the snakes
Let's have one final toast for ya'll
Cheers

Written by:
Charlie Lamb, Jake Labuhn

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