Longjohns (feat. Quelle Chris & Cleo Reed)

Lyrics for Longjohns (feat. Quelle Chris & Cleo Reed)

Ah, ah Ah (ah) Some day it's a lot, some day it's a bubble, no struggle Up early dressed like old folk to keep away the trouble Every corner covered, the lime's crushed, the mint muddled You talk to me in other people's words, you don't believe enough to burn You, me, and each other, before I leave, I'ma leave with something Somewhere in Shibuya they playing my song (my song) I built the bomb when you weren't looking Rewriting, my right is wrong, judge questioned if those lyrics are mirrors, ride on Looters lisp but forgot mirren, out sloganeering At the butcher asking for fake beef, smart dumb like suede in the summer All night, thick air, rain, the thunder, eyes like the hunted, a debtor of the sun, zero-sum Smelling fun like empire, can't be just one They said 'be gone' but we're not done Remember when I will begin? I saw my storm, she was a friend I hurt work so it never ends We broke up just to play pretend Tighten up, tighten up, tighten up, tighten up Tighten up, tighten up, tighten up A blue light, then we'll make amends Remember when I will begin? I saw my storm, she was a friend I hurt work so it never ends Tighten up, tighten up, tighten up, tighten up (no, no, no) Tighten up, tighten up, tighten up Yeah, shake that Illuminati, that naughty (shake-shake that, shake-shake that, shake that) Shake that Illuminati, that Naughty, by Nature burnt cork on sun-scorched bodies I drop Godspeed, off the go on the basis between need-to-know and ought-to-know Neither felt optimal, given up goats for Lent Break fast with toast, butter on both sides (butter on both sides) My nine seep up proxy by eight evil eyes We not people (we not people) You hold hate for those I hold closest, ain't it, boo Go sit at the other side of the cafeteria, eat shit, boo (eat shit, boo) Niggas be flippin', splittin' the difference, dippin' What you speaking, nonsense or ninjutsu? Truth, power gives power, we ain't gon' get power if powers can't gift power All hands and fingers saucy (fingers saucy), shared plates, we ate great An' Jenna, extra sour, the witchin' hour Now pays cents on the dollar, Inshallah, Lord knows You're tryna make a serpent a scholar (wow) I done seen it all, slave safe, saint, was back in, I've been it all