I can never get attached
But I still hope that we last
I got targets on my back
I got dirt up on the racks
I got twenty on a pack
Still got issues with your past
Forty on me, I can't lack
They wanna take me out real bad
I just wanted things I never had, oh yeah
Longer conversations with my dad, oh yeah
Eddie and Cecilia please relax, oh yeah
I'm still my mamas son, you know that, you know that
Wish we could go back, I shot in B-gym with big Zach
I just pray for a bag and for my enemies to chill before I blast, I blast
Yeah, put my partner on, yeah, he didn't have to ask
Hell of a, hell of a moment, I probably should bask
No time for that, no time for that
I gotta get back
I can never get attached
But I still hope that we last
I got targets on my back
I got dirt up on the racks
I got twenty on a pack
Still got issues with your past
Forty on me, I can't lack
They wanna take me out real bad
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CJ Francis IV - Convo in the Clouds Lyrics
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I can never get attached
But I still hope that we last
I got targets on my back
I got dirt up on the racks
I got twenty on a pack
Still got issues with your past
Forty on me, I can't lack
They wanna take me out real bad
I just wanted things I never had, oh yeah
Longer conversations with my dad, oh yeah
Eddie and Cecilia please relax, oh yeah
I'm still my mamas son, you know that, you know that
Wish we could go back, I shot in B-gym with big Zach
I just pray for a bag and for my enemies to chill before I blast, I blast
Yeah, put my partner on, yeah, he didn't have to ask
Hell of a, hell of a moment, I probably should bask
No time for that, no time for that
I gotta get back
I can never get attached
But I still hope that we last
I got targets on my back
I got dirt up on the racks
I got twenty on a pack
Still got issues with your past
Forty on me, I can't lack
They wanna take me out real bad
But I still hope that we last
I got targets on my back
I got dirt up on the racks
I got twenty on a pack
Still got issues with your past
Forty on me, I can't lack
They wanna take me out real bad
I just wanted things I never had, oh yeah
Longer conversations with my dad, oh yeah
Eddie and Cecilia please relax, oh yeah
I'm still my mamas son, you know that, you know that
Wish we could go back, I shot in B-gym with big Zach
I just pray for a bag and for my enemies to chill before I blast, I blast
Yeah, put my partner on, yeah, he didn't have to ask
Hell of a, hell of a moment, I probably should bask
No time for that, no time for that
I gotta get back
I can never get attached
But I still hope that we last
I got targets on my back
I got dirt up on the racks
I got twenty on a pack
Still got issues with your past
Forty on me, I can't lack
They wanna take me out real bad
Writer: CHARLES JEWELL FRANCIS IV
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