Saba

Still
Still missin' my lady, still smokin' like crazy Still can't believe this is all real Still spinnin' for DMs Still lovin' these hoes, I still don't really need them I'm still, our life is like a film, sit in a different realm I'm still tryna decipher how I feel I'm still rough as a rider, I'm still right here beside you I'm still tryna find a beat to kill She say "I gotta be still, yeah, I gotta be still" Bare a cross right 'cause when life goin' right then they might wanna re-deal I say "I wanna be here", but I got moves to make There's so many people workin' for me nowadays That I don't even know who I pay, okay I'm still right here beside you, gettin' sick of the costume What's the real world? When you with me, you take off your cool Admittedly, yeah, I do too I know I'm more illusive, but her grip never get looser And that's why I don't wan' lose her Ridin' 'round two-ninety doors now I get a reminded to slow down I get a message, we up now She without, all alone now I try to be profound, but you were lost for me I had to leave and put it on hold until you across for me again Letras de canciones Still missin' my lady, still smokin' like crazy Still can't believe this is all real Still spinnin' for DMs Still lovin' these hoes, I still don't really need them I'm still, our life is like a film, sit in a different realm I'm still tryna decipher how I feel I'm still rough as a rider, I'm still right here beside you I'm still tryna find a beat to kill High (High-high-high), high (High) High (Just as still) High (High-high-high), high (High) High (Just as still) High (High-high-high), high (High) High Uh-uh-uh, mm-mm I hope you still got, hope you still got And you still got my hoodie Still have my car, still have my wallet Still in that pocket, hope you don't call it Pullin' my card, still where your momma live Right off Parker road it's- Still be callin' to me, she love me still Got a bond still, so what's fuckin' real? Discussion still, if there's somethin' still Love a women still, got my gun inside of the function Still young Shakespeare, no eraser, I wrote this verse in stone Sculped the horoscope, I'm morse code, still tapped in with your hoe (With your hoe) Smino touch the soul (Soul) I change actually when I'm in the booth I eat it like baba ghanoush Right by the lanes and right by the goose I'm really just still into you Still missin' my lady, still smokin' like crazy Still can't believe this is all real Still spinnin' for DMs Still lovin' these hoes, I still don't really need them I'm still, our life is like a film, sit in a different realm I'm still tryna decipher how I feel I'm still rough as a rider, I'm still right here beside you I'm still tryna find a beat to kill My mother's house, the glue that kept the family together There's nothin' like y'all People moved out of the city and the compact got vacated We were all [?] From Letras Mania