J’Ouvert

LETRA

J’Ouvert

[Intro]
Take it all or leave it
(I feel you)

[Verse 1: Matt Champion]
When there’s a rough patch, don’t eyefuck the parachute
They goin’ AWOL the second that the light goes on
This a treat ain’t it, so initiate the powder room
I pull it back and check my (?), and yeah, I’m bout to bloom

It’s that ninety (?) from hell shit, parlay like when the lane switch
Combat how you feel, strobe light, hit the killswitch
Neck twist like exorcist, I’ma see you ‘round
‘Cause tonight’s the night I’m losin’ all I’m doin’, I’m about this

[Chorus: JOBA]
White cuffs, wood grain
Money in the suitcase on my way to the bank
White cuffs, wood grain
Money in the suitcase on my way to the bank

On my way to the bank
On my way to the bank
On my way to the bank
Suitcase

On my way to the bank
On my way to the bank
On my way to the bank

[Verse 2: JOBA]
‘Til the casket drops, I will play God
F*** the world, let’s start a riot
Got too much too quick
God damn, I’m feeling sick, bitch, call the doctor

Don’t act like I ain’t been dead to ya
Don’t act like I ain’t deserve this shit
‘Cause that’s the day, inside my head
That’s why I did the drugs I did

Got issues with these motherfuck***
Looking down from they pedestals
On that petty view, on that petty shit
Pray for peace with a knife in my hand

Speak my piece like a gun to my head
Come equipped just to blast this shit
Misunderstood since birth
F*** what you think, and f*** what you heard
I feel betrayed, you can keep the praise
And all of the f*** shit, need to get away

Still ain’t get to pray to the fickle-minded people
I thought I knew better, wish I knew better
Should have known better, wish that I was better
At dealing with the fame and you fake motherfuck***
Guess I’m too real

[Interlude]
Excuse we, let me pass
(?)
We ain’t playin’ nice
Little guy
(?)

[Verse 3: Merlyn Wood]
I’ll be in my bag (excuse we)
Goin’ in (let me pass)
Guess who isn’t built for this, man?
Me and my thugs built for this, man

We goin’ for the gifts in the gram
I’ll be in my bag (excuse we)
Goin’ in (let me pass)
Smokin’ all the grams in this bag

Man you isn’t built for this, man
Run it like a gingerbread man
F*** that shit, stay hydrated ni***
I’ma let that bitch go home, ‘cause, my momma, wassup?

Wassup?
Black power fist hangin’ from my black ‘fro
Yo, she saw me in that cereal she wants a ni*** Oreo, damn

Break the dam when I spit the flow
I’m on the lam, not the fuckin’ wolf
Hoppin’ out the van, I’m on Abbey Road
Fans with cameras in the bathroom, man that’s difficult

I just wanna smoke a Backwoods by my lonely self
Chill, watch numbers go up, book off the shelf
I found myself and put my face on a missing shirt
I dropped out with no promise that this shit would
(That this shit would work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work)
(Work, work, work, work, work, work, work)

[Bridge: bearface]
With the dogs, in my ride, ‘nother door, suicide
Paranoid, we would die, you should know, never lie
With the dogs, in my ride, ‘nother door, suicide
Paranoid, we would die, you should know, never lie

[Bridge: Kevin Abstract]
Pull up with the racks to your shop
(?)
Sim sim sim badda bim, get shot
One, now two, now three, that’s a lot, damn

[Chorus: JOBA]
White cuffs, wood grain
Money in the suitcase on my way to the bank
White cuffs, wood grain
Money in the suitcase on my way to the bank

On my way to the bank
On my way to the bank
On my way to the bank
Suitcase

On my way to the bank
On my way to the bank
On my way to the bank

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