Slacks - LIME / GOURD [Prod. 1v ...

You don't want none of that, you don't want none of that, nah

You don't want nothing with her, you don't want that, nah-nah

Nah you don't want none of her, nah you don't

(Ahem)

 

Gotta let it out, all out on them like ah!

Gotta let it all out, all out like ah!

Gotta let it out, all out on them like ah!

Ah-ah-ah-ah!

 

Damn, girl, it's clear you need to get loose

Two fingers first, on the verge of your juice

When suddenly, mid-stroke, I lost my influence

You got up and said "No" and then I knew it

Something had changed, by the way you were moving

Felt like Autumn, with all the leaving and fall outs

But it was mid-Summer, guess we needed to calm down

(Yeah)

 

Girl, you know

You were the lime

Girl, you were

My good time

Girl, you know

You were the

 

You were the Pollux to my Castor

The Grand to my master

A flash of lightning after

And well, disaster

I pull back on my swagger

Leaving you open to backstab with a dagger

But you know I'm a hacker

So your friend caught a trojan when I came over and shagged her, oh

I'm just serving up an equal platter

Fact of the matter, you Jackson Pollock with the splatter

Pitter-patter all over your broken glass lies

In your broke-ass ride, with your broke-ass eyes

Hoping to see dollar signs, but all they find

Is harder times and harsher minds

Pardoned by (what?)

Pessimists, emptiness, evidence of helplessness

Gotta work on myself, to work toward selflessness

While you focus on wealth, I know you'd kill for a scent of it

Dealing in a deficit

Kneel before the president

Demon now, but if he fix it then it's heaven sent

Funny how life could flip on ya, edit the script on ya

Chew up and spit some shit on ya

Grew up and took some shit, comma

Took some clit, comma, took a bit longer

Before he decided on a problem to conquer

Love-life, thug-life, drug-life, dug life

Until life went all like "Fuck life" and got him all like

"Alright, I just might, all night, long as that bitch gives me hindsight"

2020 in 3, funny how time flies

17 gonna be that year and now I'm like

 

Cain't judge you on how you judge me

(Now ain't that just something?)

Cain't judge you, a single thing, not nothing

(Girl, ain't that something?)

 

Girl, you know

You were the lime

Girl, you were

My good time

Girl, you know

You were the

 

(Sheesh!)

 

GOURD

 

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