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Lyrics:
KeyJam's Notes
Y'all this is my first recorded song. I know my voice is ass but tell me what you think, Day1 slid on this. Go check him out
I'ma try and train my voice and record more, so stay tuned
// KeyJ (0:14)
Feel like Tunechi though, at your Funeral
Somethin' fishy when we smoke up, like a sushi roll
Where my shooter go, someone you should know
When you lonely, introduce the two and leave just U N O, I left you a note
Told you where I've been, grew longer nails, bigger guns, thicker skin
I can't help but spin the world like Dilla did
Many men wishing me luck, wish they did
Cause until somethin' change, I'm seven dollars, fifty cents
Getting taller, still a baller, reached the physical age
That's where I deserve a little more than minimum wage, yuh
Still getting paid, Yellonuke serve 'em fresh lemonade
Rent coming down like Big City Rain, open up the packet, fresh Delta 8,
Huh...
You know who...
// Day1 (1:03)
You know who? My weakest shit is higher than islands your climbing to
I meet zero and get the beat, I'm just tryin to find some food
I've been shining like some diamonds since timing was kinda blue
despise rhyming without trying, the timing is kinda loose
Why has no one ever tried to look into the mind of Zeus,
And struck time like lightning in spite but we die to lose
What I do is finding, I'm trying to find the truth
Eye of truth like the eye in the sand
Niggas dying on the news, got me in an idle stance,
trying to find the truth is what got me in rifles glance
the kinds of things minds will do just to get you some priceless hands
no matter how much you hide you still get wildly dirty
like I'm pulling up with six fives like I'm rivaling 30
I'll do some shit to you, and have the Bible inverting
then spin the block with 4 fives like I'm tryna be worthy
