Window - Dave B., Romaro Franceswa

Pop a pill, I’m feelin' 'bout myself

My heart on a shelf, this dark, I park right by your crib

I say I’m lost, I hope you help

You think you slick, I am

My soul glow, nigga, like damn

My passport work, I’m barely home so all my sessions crammed

I rest in peace to the mortician, rest like never, no I don’t listen

Got insurance on the vision, never let up, drinkin' my cup

Cutting you stupid, I’m true and I’m truthful, I probably won’t change

We fuck and we fight and we run it all back and we talk about race (Ayy)

I’m black and I’m beautiful, kush in my cuticles, tap out this session,

my thoughts get unusual

Stackin' the euro, I’m back in the Geo, said, «get him a pilly,» so sick,

nigga Neo

Said fuckin' off way too many boys, fuckin' on way too many girls

I gotta cool it, I really do it, y’all niggas students

We fly, bitch, I’m soarin'

Tied down through the night

What you’re searchin' for is unimportant

You gotta take a trip inside

Palm out my window (Palm out my window)

All my thoughts out the window (All my thoughts out the window)

My palm out my window (My palm out my window)

All my thoughts out the window (All my thoughts out the window)

Ayy, free fallin' like, no shit can hold me back

Boy, I’m in my bag, no, I’m deeper than that

Me and the bangin' attached

Mama said I need to relax but I’m right on track, snatch

All my incentives, nigga’s wanna know the business

Like, «what's the percentage, how many bitches, is there a limit, boy,

can I get it?»

I’ll tell 'em, nigga, back, back, back, back, back, no

I don’t really need your help

Niggas wanna dap, dap, dap, dap, dap

But I learned to love myself, yeah

That’s when you learn to grow, boy, this money stuff come and go

But when you got some real ones in your circle, that’s when you know

What that hand up out the window feel like (feel like, feel like, feel like)

All that noise in your life is real light (real light, real light, real light)

We got one life to live, better leave some for your kids

And when remember you just a day away from getting all this shit, yeah

We fly, bitch, I’m soarin' (Yeah, yeah)

Tied down through the night (The night)

What you’re searchin' for is unimportant

You gotta take a trip inside

Palm out my window (Palm out my window)

All my thoughts out the window (All my thoughts out the window)

My palm out my window (My palm out my window)

All my thoughts out the window (All my thoughts out the window)