Joey Divine. - Retro.

Long nights I've been waiting for the paper yo
Bro said we don't do this for the paper tho

Cold nights
Frostbite
I can take you two it

Smoking two grams as the
Sun sets on us

Rolling up in apartment complexes
Life ain't never to complex this

Problem weighing on your chest is
Holding you down

Gotta move forward
Can't get stuck in the ground
Retro feel
Like I got a beeper mid 90s running late for class
With them classic pair of air max
Going hard cause the homies said so
Get that motha fucking paper joe

I've been waiting my turn
In these retros

She sweet as a plum
She know exactly what I want
I don't even have to front
Mobbing out front
In these old school retro ones
I'm cold as a the wind chill
As kid I'd never foul sit still
Fuck a tip drill
I'm tryna go foreal
I'm tryna see the 1%
Like is it really real
Illuminated ignorance

I doing my
Due diligence

They swear they think they killin it
I know the planet feeling this
So I know I gotta deal with it
My soul you ain't stealing this
You ain't hearing
Nothing more real than this
And that's the truest shit I said so
Say that shit back yo

I've waiting my turn in these retro

Written by:
Joseph Devine

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