Feardorian & Quinn Distance
[Intro: Zhané]
Sweet taste of love
The taste of love, it fills me up
Sensation, sweet, don't—
[Verse 1: FearDorian]
Wake up, ayy, got a bird singing, ayy
I get you going for the wrong reasons, ayy
I get you gone for the right reasons (As above, so below)
Why this white bitch in the crib? She don't like the season, uh
Smoke so much dope, got my eyes bleeding, ayy
Bells in your city, bitch, been ringing, ayy
You slide to my party, tell me who you bringing, ayy
You slide to my crib, tell me who you bringing, ayy
Niggas plottin', ayy, niggas schemin', ayy
Niggas said I fell off, must have been dreamin', ayy
You said that you call, but I didn't see it, ayy
My bro got a clip and he not a streamer
I can't be a family guy, bitch, I'm not Pеter (Bitch, I'm not Peter)
I can't bе a family guy, bitch, I'm not Lois (Bitch, I'm not Brian)
When it come to paying homage, niggas on me, ayy
Help a nigga look for shit, but I stole it (But I stole it), ayy, ayy
Running in a f..cking stolen (In a f..cking stolen), ayy, ayy
Riding in a f..cking stolen (In a f..cking stolen), ayy
If I wasn't sweet, that would be the old me, uh (Would be the old me)
[Verse 2: quinn]
Nigga, what you say? We've seen better days
I got better place, let's get bread today
Let's get fed today
Flippin' over pictures, tryna reminisce today
Trippin' over bitches finna land you in a grave
I should take my own advice
I will never make it right
Felt like it was every night that I was movin' out of spite
Roll a spliffy, light it right
Ain't no room up in this bitch, I won't never like a flight
Selling drugs, pay nine
You see some, say not
If you see the Jakes, run
Never take a break, nah
Bring her over, slay her
She don't want to stay, fine
This shit always take time
Heard it through the grapevine, ayy
You was selling baseline
Put me on big bro, tryna make my money
Do some somersaults and back flips
I hope that my engineer don't make fun of my adlibs
I hope since the telly gone the plugs will not start taxin'
Tryna make enough to live a life of straight relaxin'
I think it's a matter of just keepin' up with traction
If we talkin' money, I hope we is only addin'
I can't be broke in a day, so I cannot be braggin'
Riskin' losing everythin' when I be outside taggin'
Cargo jeans saggin'
Think I need a therapist 'cause I got hella baggage
I can't blame these bitches, I done too much of the damage
I ain't one those niggas that let anybody manage
If they own your payroll, they should never take advantage
I could flip your whip in several states, I'm doin' damage
I could flip your whips in several, ayy
I could flip your whips in several states, I'm doin' damage
