Slacks - GUAVA

Go

 

Unh (x7)

(Okay)

 

Tunnel vision people talking like they self-aware

Won't come see me but they still want me there

I don't care, to be honest

That's unfair, as a promise

Don't you dare touch my commas

My dollars, verde, como mi guava

Mi casa su casa

If you are my partner

Put that on my momma

And my ex-girl drama

Smoke the flora and the fauna

Sleeping Beauty was still haunted

I don't wanna be a problem

But we need them just to solve them

Head-strong, but the heart gonna stop ya

Head long, but the party still popping

Say so and she dropping, I got it like it's locked in

Ryan Reynolds in a coffin

(Oh shit)

 

Oh, I get it, I know

Another white boy trynna rhyme and flow

I suppose it could be my ego

Talented, no manager, you want me? Let me know

Hoe, you better get going

The only time you want me's when you're bored and alone

I suppose I could throw you a bone

Handled it, your banishment, you want me? Let me know

Yo, this guala might fold

Sipping out guavas with a beach blindfold

I suppose we could act like adults

Where's the fun in that? Responsible got old

Whoa, let's get it my bro

Couple thousand dollars ain't enough for our goals

I suppose we could pack a couple bowls

Handled it, the damages, you love us? Let it go

 

Yo, I been killing this flow

Getting too intimate with infinite bitches

Man, I roll around indifferent

To the shit these kids is spitting

I been cooking in the kitchen

Mixing when and if the wrist is flicking

Fuck a fixed position, I got plenty disposition

See how I'm living, pilling, no villain but still against the system

I'm willing to kill it so I grip it and rip it

When I really get to feel it, but I can switch up in an instant

By my vocab you inference

That my speech is the simplest

But I concur, it's complex, with an easy-read out of interest

Dawg, I ain't feeding the nitwits

With shit they can get with

I'm just talking all my shit as though I am the richest

But it's Slacks, so relax, go ahead and grab on your Mrs.

If she got a rack, though, I'll attack that ass with the quickness

Hitting it front to back, before you're back, what the trick is

It's just big business, way too big for your britches

Get it?

 

Oh, I get it, I know

Another white boy trynna rhyme and flow

I suppose it could be my ego

Talented, no manager, you want me? Let me know

Hoe, you better get going

The only time you want me's when you're bored and alone

I suppose I could throw you a bone

Handled it, your banishment, you want me? Let me know

Yo, this guala might fold

Sipping out guavas with a beach blindfold

I suppose we could act like adults

Where's the fun in that? Responsible got old

Whoa, let's get it my bro

Couple thousand dollars ain't enough for our goals

I suppose we could pack a couple bowls

Handled it, the damages, you love us? Let it go

 

Let it go

Let it go

Let it go (hey)

Let it go

(x2)