Lavender Dreams

Lyrics

Good evening ladies and gentlemen
 Lavender dreams, throw caution to the wind
 By any means, at any cost
 I don't care what it cost
 I don't care who the boss is
 Imagine the scene on the carpets
 "Will I win?"
 Who gives a fuck
 Big scars on the truck
 Clean drawers on my nuts
 I done had love where there ain't no trust
 And months where there ain't no cuts
 Fake niggas call me cuz, man they ain't blood
 I even let 'em drink when thеre ain't no cup
 I passed it 'round
 I ain't one for stupid
 Yеah you stupid think I'm stickin round
 I got my lil crew and my lil crew got hold my mission down
 We gon miss a few
 But yo them few, just know I'll see you round
 Promise I'm gon always hold you down
 Gotta go but I don't wanna
 (Watchin' my wrist)
 Smoke is pourin' out the Honda
 (Pourin' out the whip)
 I just wanna make some commas
 (Cops at my six)
 You just wanna make some drama
 (Cops at my six)
 Gotta go but I don't wanna
 (Watchin' my wrist)
 Smoke is pourin' out the Honda
 (Pourin' out the whip)
 I just wanna make some commas
 (Cops at my six)
 You just wanna make some drama
 (Cops at my six)
 I started spelling Black wit a capital B
 Realized my position as the captain of team
 Had the sight to see these niggas just distractin a dream
 Recognize what keep em drivin isn't passion, its greed
 That's why I'm findin my division from this ravenous breed
 Of fuck niggas, fake women, yall ain't latchin to me
 I'm too in tune to just be flat about it
 Aye I'm sharp, what can I say
 I ain't too mad about it
 When we last went separate ways
 I wasn't too sad about it
 Then I met this lil thing, she just too bad
 I'm bout it
 I got lil thing I got my mans
 I'm outtie
 I got lil change, I got my plan
 Don't shout it
 I got lil range, go loud
 I might go quiet
 When I go quiet
 Gotta go but I don't wanna
 (Watchin' my wrist)
 Smoke is pourin' out the Honda
 (Pourin' out the whip)
 I just wanna make some commas
 (Cops at my six)
 You just wanna make some drama
 (Cops at my six)
 Gotta go but I don't wanna
 (Watchin' my wrist)
 Smoke is pourin' out the Honda
 (Pourin' out the whip)
 I just wanna make some commas
 (Cops at my six)
 You just wanna make some drama
 (Cops at my six)
 Watchin' my wrist
 Pourin' out the whip
 Cops at my six
 Cops at my six
 

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Song Details

Duration
04:01
Key
5
Tempo
66 BPM

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