Testo Heavy Hand - Mavi
Testo della canzone Heavy Hand (Mavi), tratta dall'album The Pilot
I'm the best dressed nigga on my therapist couch
An a-hole Drano baby tornado tear through the house
Every penny flip, quarter tank, scared of a drought
Bed been the couch, dancing on the ledge with my spouse
Got tired of robbing, I got famous off of rhyming with the braces
I look nineteen, they think the Audi my mama's
Early twenties was trash, reimburse me with a million
2020, Have a crib, I bought purses for my women
Life of growing pains, sniped, I ain't know her name
Buy a Sprite, you hold the change
Four hundred dollar soda down the toilet when my ho complain
Crooked police looking, we gon' cook 'em over open flame
Half an ounce of cookies with my Novocaine, I know the pain
I'm sober now (I'm sober now)
My mama told me hold it down
My partner told me load the rounds
My conscience told me (Conscience told me, conscience told me)
Holly told me show these niggas I'm vicious
I need submission from women, just in the bedroom
'Cause listen, they wish me luck, bitch
Only remember the bad dreams, forgetting the rest
Dulling the edge of my past demons, sing to just chest
Heal me, pistol attached, giggle at niggas, the threats kill me
Fights don't matter
I use my eyes 'cause my heart like a blindfold rather
I lose my mind on the road 'cause I might go faster
I'm in the sky all alone on a tightrope dancing
Fights don't matter
I use my eyes 'cause my heart like a blindfold rather
I lose my mind on the road 'cause I might go faster
I'm in the sky all alone on a tightrope dancing
Credits
Writer(s): Angelo Leroi, Omavi Minder, Silas Wilson
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