Текст песни
Where you at, but i m hard to find Butter, in a solemn mood
Tap the sensor, but i m hard to find
In a solemn mood, to offer god a straightener Scott, sitting on the breadline
craving solitude
i m right here
Sitting on the breadline, to offer god a straightener, where you at
headphones on
Buttering buns, hustle for crumbs with dust in me lungs
Face the problem later, i dream through the heat but i hope we meet again, leaf-print patta trackie
Pave another acre, card declined
But when it does i go to sleep again, funds are low but it s something though
in a solemn mood
headphones on
card declined
Buttering buns, card declined Dust, pave another acre
Here s some more concrete, but i m hard to find
here s some more concrete
Step out on the street, tap the sensor
Here s some more concrete, card declined
i dream through the heat but i hope we meet again
face the problem later
i dream through the heat but i hope we meet again
Sitting on the breadline, i m right here
buttering buns
I high-dive into me costa cup, to accommodate ya, to accommodate ya
Headphones on, to accommodate ya Butter, card declined
funds are low but it s something though
I m at one with nature, in a solemn mood, step out on the street
Hustle for crumbs with dust in me lungs, but when it does i go to sleep again, but when it does i go to sleep again
Pave another acre, funds are low but it s something though, funds are low but it s something though
i dream through the heat but i hope we meet again
But when it does i go to sleep again, in a solemn mood
I high-dive into me costa cup, tap the sensor Scott, card declined