Brounin - Waved

It's 10:49
Party at her place but she comin mine
It's too late to give a invitation
No space for the cake and it's a single cation love
No room in this chillaxation zone
Part time then I walk and toke it home
Can you say you ever met the brounin tho
Nah cuz every time I come around I'm always told I missed him
Both never in the same room at the same time
What the fuck kinda mysticism bullshit and you telling me he come with the same rhymes
With the same lines
With the same hairstyle
Nice clothes honey gold
That'll go with the same ass coat that he wore last week
Yet I can't identify
A fly nigga that should look like me
I'm waved

I spit my heart out on weekends
If don't wanna talk
Then just keep on grinding me
I might just chill for about two or three minutes finish my drink
If you can't see me then know the brounin just pulled to the scene

Disappear in the crowd
Disappear in the blink of an eye
Like Bruce Wayne in the night time
Day out in the high life
Way out on a island with bad girl and I know that she my type
Please don't tell me damn that was all just dream
I feel like I've done these things before
And done million more
Drop out when a place too familiar
Wasn't too sure if I should come at all
I don't really see any need to be here
Jaded in a moment so forget what I just said let the brounin
Come through if you want to I don't owe him so its up to you nevermind cuz he's right on cue

I spit my heart out on weekends
If don't wanna talk then just keep grinding on me
Couple drinks
Chilling for about 2 or 3
And if I'm gone then it just means brounins made his way to the scene
How things are meant to be so just flow with it get waved

Way too outta mind
I can't help but kill the time with you
We keep floating till 2
And then we relocate
How out of place a brownskin samurai
In the rain and the cold on the outside
Otherwise I'd be Chilling on the otherside
Of glass that reflects my wants and needs
Back at me
Sudden soul reveal
Never been the one to be staring back at my own reflection and freeze
Weird that I see myself and unease
I need a drink
Shit this again I just can't believe
There's a nigga named brounin with the same rhymes same styles as me

I spit my heart out on weekends
If don't wanna talk
Then just keep on grinding me
I might just chill for about two or three minutes finish my drink
If you can't see me then know the brounin just pulled to the scene

Written by:
Denis Osammor

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