Ooze2Nasty & C Cutty - Bloom

(Gross Ooze! This is 2 Nasty)

I-75, push down on the weekend
I had that bag on me, trick or treatin'
Wake up in the morning, get turnt like a deacon
She smile, they pearly, got knowledge she teaching
Askin me "Are you still fighting them demons?"
Like I just broke a heart for no reason
She wanna hold trial like it's treason
I gotta bloom baby it's my-
I gotta bloom baby it's my season
Blowin the vibe, you bugging you tweaking
If shit hit the fan 2nasty is reaching
I can't stay to talk, got a meeting
I'm breaking the game, he ain't got no defense
You tellin me things but ain't got no pretense
DAMN
When a good things goes to gas, spark it up, light the flame
And I can't fuck wit these niggas, they too weird and too lame
I been blazing trails,
Think it is my time, something like Dame
Had to hoist the sails,
Guess they thought I wasn't gon catch my wave
Package in the mail, (Finessed his ass)
Guess that's why it never came
(Dumbass!)
You remember all these things,
All these things we do in life
I know you gon tell yo friends,
All the things we do tonight

She gon pop it like a pill
If he talking crazy, we gon pop em like a pill
Say I got that magic, feel like David Copperfield
This shit can get tragic when you posted in the field
She gon pop it like a pill
He talking crazy, we gon pop em like a pill
Say I got that magic, feel like David Copperfield
This shit can get tragic when you posted in the field

How you gon see my side, but got no vantage point
Say you remember nights, backseat rolling joints
Swear you so high and might, like who the fuck did you anoint?
I can see the holes in yo disguise, already know what to exploit
My doggybone I'm sick as hell, I'm tryna make it to Detroit
Ain't no genie but I wish her well, she tryna get over the boy
And I'm cute as hell, not Tony Snell
She say you the shit the real McCoy
And I heard yo name, it rang no bells
I think it's best you stay employed

(Yeah)
(Yeah)

I-75, push down on the weekend
I had that bag on me trick or treating
Wake up in the morning, get turnt like a deacon
She smile, they pearly, got knowledge she teaching
She like "Are you still fighting them demons?"
Like I just broke a heart for no reason
She wanna hold trial like it's treason
I gotta bloom baby it's my-
I gotta bloom baby it's my-
I gotta bloom baby it's my-
I gotta bloom baby it's my season!

Written by:
Aaron Oglesby, Clarence Taylor III

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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