Often Spaced - Stillar (Prod. DJ C-Jay)

Still doing what I please
Disregarding any pleads, in the garden planting seeds...
Getting hose wet, with rose petals
Think I'm working hard, I'm breaking no sweat
Still firm on: you don't get replys, if I get no texts
But Oh Damn...
I'm still Rollin in my whip bumping my own jams
Just Don't call me your boo cuz..., to tell the truth
I'll turn this dump into a ghost land
Yea u know I'm ruthless, jaded like the roof
Still a cool kid...
Still got my own style
Quick to dismiss a chick, but I'll love a Long while
In the bed, car, kitchen, or the bathroom on tiles
Tryna tame a broad but it's girls just Gone wild...
Still going more than once
Still sipping whiskey, hittin j'z
Still in black and grey, in my vans or chucks
Still an art lover
If she draws or sings I wanna fuck
Still into Tats and piercings, you'd think I was a punk
I still want pretty vixen, that can hold my interest
Like a good book, Butt I read her back to front
Take the covers off, send chills down her spine
When I grab her from behind, in her neck like I'm Dracula

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Often Spaced

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