Krispy

It's weird, man, I feel like I can't play. It's weird, man
 Every now and then like
 I'm like playing and it's like what?
 I'm actually
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 I ain't seen you for a minute, wonder what for
 Only really chilling when we're on tour
 Even then there's something different I feel unsure
 If you look at me and still believe I should've done more
 Before your brothers on the top floor
 Or before another show is just a dumb chore
 We'd lay awake at yours dreaming of an encore
 And laugh at all the things that we would say when we won awards
 Course money was the source
 I've never known nothing like the force
 To rip a bond apart, shred it out its course
 Now two best friends who shared the torch barely talk
 And if we do it's mostly money not remorse
 And yo, I know there's nothing funny 'bout divorce
 But if this shit has really run its course
 I want you to know that all of mine's all of yours
 Uh, all of yours
 
 Still remember your mum buying me the flat pack mattress?
 Sleeping on your floor?
 It's supposed to be Ben and Krispy
 And anywhere I went I said I'd take you with me
 Tour around the world and give a fuck, you'd miss me
 Get another city, yo, I cried when that sentence hit me
 Ben and Krispy, 'til the feet stop
 Reminisce like CL and Pete Rock or Blue and Exile
 'Cause every time the beat drop
 I start to tell a story and you follow with the beat box
 Tell 'em, get up on your feet like the seats hot
 Common and Dilla started spinning from the T tops
 But Rebel B was all I need and all I see
 Drop the rythm on repeat and I would spit it 'til the beat stopped
 But the beat stopped
 So now what?
 Yo, I can't wait another hour boss
 Give a fuck about the money or the e-track
 I Just Want My G Back
 Trust
 I just want my G back
 Ayo listen, I got a lot more to say
 But I reckon I leave this next bit blank,
 So you wanna write something
 You can write something
 I love you, G