Seus Pesos - Covfefe 2
I'm sorry
Please don't be angry with me
We both make mistakes off the drink
She put that thing in her mouth
I coulda thanked her at least
Instead I shake for a week
Always on my own it makes me distinct
And like phantoms we can creep
Handsome when my hair be lookin' neat
I just stand and speak
In tandem with a beat
Late night
Covfefe
From midnight to three
In a moonlight scene
You perfect dime yous a special peace
But
But I need a nicer sweet lady
Who can relate to me
See I get anxious in public
It's in the way I breathe
If covfefe was the cause of my fatality
Shit that might be great for me
I need a dark roast for the taste when I leave
It's a long road that I'm takin' I'll need it
Please don't forget the cream
Extra sweet
French Press
Espresso Please
Off the gas I'm too relaxed to speak
Images start collapsing
Post modern theme
Shit
Most of these niggas might be hotter than me
But they don't feel that Bossa swing
Creepy acoustic strings
Slick talk about bullshit
Proof of the beast
And no cornball shit the difference in you and me
So truthfully
I'm sorry
Please don't be angry with me
We both make mistakes off the drink
She put that thing in her mouth
I coulda thanked her at least
Instead I shake for a week
Always on my own it makes me distinct
I put a nigga on blast
I transcended the past
I transcended rap
I transition in gaps
No laces on my shoes
Just a leather strap
I ain't sayin' i'm better
Just got better wraps
Havin' rellos the only time
You got better wraps
We got glass passin' around
Wit herb in in packed
Fuck the listenin'
Multiplicity
Somethin' that describes
My positionin'
Many angels but this ain't geometry
Sacred geometry
Might tat in on my knee
Smoke weed
Sip on vfefe
Proceed to ingest the THC
I'm spittin' game to Mary Jane
I'm hittin' on the tree
We in the parkin' lot with the
Mufuckin' hennesy
We call it hen
Y'all pretend
We peep the popo in the west end
We the clandestine
Lit like flourescent
I'm sorry
Please don't be angry with me
We both make mistakes off the drink
She put that thing in her mouth
I coulda thanked her at least
Instead I shake for a week
Always on my own it makes me distinct
Written by:
Jesus Rosado
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