NewEraMar - Sinbad / Night of the Living Dead

Ay, ay, ooh
Ay, ay, ooh
Yeah
If you looking for me, follow the drip
They follow the drip, they slip and fall
You give em a sip, they beg for more
I pick up my bible, I’m ready for war
We in America looking for more
I knock once or twice, then I’m kicking the door
I had to grow up before I could glow up
From Donnell Rawlings to Donnell Jones
My body don’t carry a hostile bone
Drop off a load, then I drop her at home
She thinks I’m narcissistic
She posting memes, I told her be more specific
Burn all the sages you want
It ain’t gon save you when I’m burning all the bridges
Ay, ooh, ay, ooh
I’m back in my bag, I’m black and I’m proud
I’m back on the brown, Cola and Crown
She backing it up, I’m backing her down
She wanna know more, she asking around
But why you wanna hear if from them
I don’t write lyrics, I write what I hear in my spirit
I'm clearing my sins with a hymn, ahem
When God got a message He CC us all
But y’all only see when it’s visible
I pray all my exes act like they don’t see me, pretend like we both are invisible
This is a Y and a H, not a L and a V, but I am gonna Luie the visuals
Make sure you chew with ya mouth closed
The next time you biting my style like it’s edible
My man got the tool like Sinclair
Gold hoop earring like Sinbad
Slick like gel when I’m in hair
Little ole me got em big mad
My mans got the tool like Sinclair
Gold hoop earring like Sinbad
Slick like gel when I’m in hair
Little ole me got em big mad
Yeah yeah, Sinbad
Yeah, Sinbad
Yeah, Sinbad
Gold hoop earring like Sinbad
Yeah, Sinbad
Yeah, Sinbad
Ay, ooh, Sinbad
Little ole me got em big mad
My man got the tool like Sinclair
Gold hoop earring like
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's work, yeah
I won’t never put my trust into no dog hoe
I cut my losses long before you cut me off tho
I spent two days in the crib feeling awful
But now I’m back from the dead, and I’m back on yo head
Rest in peace, now I’m back from the dead
End piece, now it’s back to the bread
Yeah, now I’m back from the dead, rest in peace
End piece, now it’s back to the bread
Before the Rony’s hit you couldn’t get a hand shake
She sent a text and she'll be waiting for the reply
Three dots get her hype, hit the backspace
All the access you had has been denied
Now I’m good, and I’m back on my bully
That ain’t my girl if I ain’t put her in a Yellow House hoodie
I see how you niggas moving funny
I ain’t his brother he just need something from me
Pretty nigga so my standards is high huh
Your baby daddy ain’t as handsome as I huh
When we talking keep your hands at your side huh
I use her booty for my hand exercise huh
Now I’m back from the dead, rest in peace
End piece, now it’s back to the bread
Yeah, now I’m back from the dead, rest in peace
End piece, now it’s back to the bread
Rest in peace

Written by:
Marchand Pendelton

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