B1les - SAUCE

Got sauce back
No pesto
Diving in
No breast stroke
Slide through when your tense
Let's forget about the rest
It's a void that I felt
Ain't avoiding myself
Been that boy
Since I played with the toys
And momma had the belt
So I ran like hell
Guess nothing ever changes
But the sauce
Keep 'em on the net
Lacrosse

We all scrolling waiting for a fuck up
Fuck that
Grinding overnight be the come up
And I don't want a stalemate
Working til the sun up
And I don't want to think
Until we get the funds up
I wish money fell in my lap
And I wish to explore everywhere on the map
And I wish they all mind they business
The reality no one gives a shit bitch

I said work on inching closer
Gotta quit the doja
High for who knows how long?
Organ donor
They gon' get so mad when they found out they got my lungs
But back to the topic at hand
I got one red dot same size as Japan
It'd be one bad thought then back to plan
It takes two to dance way I'm tryna dance
Go thru advance, run fast as you can
I can't keep clapping it's hurting my hands
This straight organic, I made this jam
This straight orgasmic
She shake then vanish
I made mistakes, nah bitch I planed it
Off the sauce
Whole 'nother planet
I'm just passing time
Waiting for the Hamptons
And I been outta line
But I keep on dancing

Got sauce back
No pesto
Diving in
No breast stroke
Slide through when your tense
Let's forget about the rest
It's a void that I felt
Ain't avoiding myself
Been that boy
Since I played with the toys
And momma had the belt
So I ran like hell
Guess nothing ever changes
But the sauce
Keep 'em on the net
Lacrosse

Got a flame and it burns
I deserve it
All makes sense
Connects like the cursive
Only started trying
When I found purpose
Made it thru the worst days
I felt worthless
Take a look at myself, I been earning
My swag back
All the notes in the backpack, the Jansport
Time that I lost during transport
I'm tired, way too much transpired
I make em sweat, perspire
I just want head and a lighter
Put me through hell
Boy I'll walk thru fire
Wanted me normal
I found me normal
Tire marks, car shake in park
And the weather in December
Never ever plays a part
It's a cold heart story
Don't know when it's gonna start
Finna put her on Maury
If she ever break my heart
Then shit gets gory
I was born to be a star
Up in some way, some day
Catch on a Sunday
Walking down the runway
Truth, I go one way
And never look back
This news one Sunday
I got sauce back
And Its wraps since that
Rascals with class
That we skip still pass
That smile be money (uh huh)
Straight cash
That sauce keep coming
Just dash

Written by:
Eric Biles

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