Nick Rose - Bittersweet

Another plane ride for the books, she gon die for the hook, I know
Killing me slowly, shawty in the living room skiing for the nosebleed, jolly good show
I been on road, watching the gap, ride with the pass all the way through the '63
Back in the days with the boys on the 6-speed, seeds done grown, now we smoking on some fig leaves
Blossom on the big tree, roots all dug up, eyes wide open, sunset 'til the sun up
Top of the Rock with the Stone Cold Stunner, I'll be way-way-way gone by the summer
Lil Rose on the come-up from the concrete, sorry to say that you playing for the wrong team
Put it all on me, put the fish back in the pond, but I grew me some wings on my back like LeBron
Put the crabs back in the bucket, grab the percussion, bad lil' ass in the function
No cast so we jumping out of pocket, playing all the options
Bitch on my blocklist, if she throw back, then we fuckin'
Concussion grenades when we walk on the stage
I'm never ducking, no, I never fade
First of the year, now I'm back in the states
Next time I come here, I better get paid
I don't pop out, I don't got time to waste
'Cause me and the crew, we got classics to make
If I'm back in the basement, I'm working on greatness
I know that you faking, I been - working on sleeping better
I'm always smoking in the deepest weather, yeah
High heels, keep your feet together girl
Roll another sweet to piece together these memories

Maybe it's the way it's you're talking to me
Looking in those big green eyes
I just need that body talking through me
Looking for my place to shine, yeah
Girl you look as sweet as apple pie

Running from the back by the trash way back in the Ville, on the flat right where I stay
Little did I know way back when I never made tracks that I'd kill shit and I get paid
Now I'm in a room, no lights but a view, mad tight, lil mami wanna feel my face
Never done shrooms, but I'm thinking 'bout you, blue moon, let me zoom, now my mind up in space
Sleep on the kid, I'm doing it epic, my feeling electric, my schedule hectic
I love on my woman like wrapping the kush up, I just did a push-up, you really should look up
My personal records, I feel like I been in second, but now I be running this shit like I gotta protect it
I hop on my social but I'm disconnected, affection, I gotta go get it like
Damn, I need a blunt, '02 DiCaprio, I'm on the run
Cruise on a mission, got no need to stunt, but I cop the new shit with minimal funds
Where have you been, inside of a shadow, the water is shallow, sent right to the gallows
I don't need no questions from Tucker or Maddow, you all got agendas, I got one as well
Fuck up my heart and I hope that it sells, tubular bells, the devils are dancing
She take off her clothes so the photos are candid, I hope it's romantic
Hopefully smoking this dro so I don't get too panicked, you can't understand it
I'm on a whole 'nother planet
Ain't too good at planning, but I got a feeling
I'm finally winning, the pay is too handsome (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Maybe it's the way it's you're talking to me
Looking in those big green eyes
I just need that body talking through me
Looking for my place to shine, yeah
Girl you look as sweet as apple pie

Written by:
Nicholas Costantini

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