xae & Apollo - Thoughts Down South (THT)

It's just me being me
It just causes such a uproar
But I'm here to tell you that
I'm so not sorry
You talking Bentley's
I'm riding buses
Said no discussion
I'll get you that lil bag with trust
She was on a roll just like a Dutch
I can't be on the road because I fear
You just want money
Now I get the drill
You said I want you then I gotta kill for ya
You said I want you then I gotta kill for ya
Said go get the bread boy
Bring the bag to you
Go get the bread
I was never looking for a reason where yo head boy
Shady shit behind a nigga back
Call it treason
Cheesing in my face
But then the whole time you was treeshin
That shit I never needed
In my mind
Like empty thoughts
And young ideas
Closet diamond district look like a new freezer
Turned into something I don't know no more
But you still just singing
Boy just bring the bag home
Boy just bring the bag home
Bring the bag home
Boy just bring the bag home
Bring the bag home
Done with yo shit
Bring the bag home
Home
Now you see me I get it
I still ain't getting you shit
You never payed back your credit
Got lots of debt in this bitch
And girl you dead to me bitch
Your friends is dead to me bitch
Your landlord dead to me bitch
Got me talking my shit
Now
Who the first one who gone gunplay with Young Apollo
I'm talking Feng shui
Move onto the next
I get it I see it
I know there's a reason
It's getting too easy
My heart steady freezing it's getting so cold and
I know
(Didn't get before)
I get it now
I get it now
I get it now
(Hoes now)
I know
You need me to pay back you credit now
I credit now
Your debit now
Faded now im faded
I said shawty you a gold digger
You can't be messing with no broke nigga
Get down girl go head get down girl
Get down girl go head get down girl
And in some time
Won't be no broke nigga
I can't be fucking with these gold diggers
Get down girl go head get down
Down, down
To the Southside homie
North side, to the east side, to the south side on me
North side, to the east side, to the south side on me
East side, to the west side, to the north side homie
North side, to the east side, to the south side on me
I can hear the streets calling, I can hear the streets
I can hear the streets calling me back home (Buffy)
Streets was vacant, make it, take it
Bring it back
I can hear the streets calling me back home
Buffy, fuck me, suck me, do it every night
I can hear the streets calling me back home
Now she's vacant, make her take it, you don't bring it back
I can hear the streets calling me back home
(Can't bring it back)
I can hear the streets calling me back home
(Made me a sinner)
I can hear the streets calling me back home
(Made me a sinner)
I can hear the streets calling
I can hear the streets
Love you, love you
Love you, love you
Love you, love you
Love you, love you

Written by:
Anthonio Adoghe

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