Declan the Celebrity - CASSETTES (feat. K Mills) Lyrics

A lot of days spent
Tryna retrace steps, trying to think where I went wrong
It don't make sense, make dollars, I don't make sense, trying to chase cars, chase hoes, go to straight debt
Where that shit went
F*ck the beat, man this shit is straight sex, make love to the music
Oldies playing on cassette, baby you know what it is and what it ain't, so why you say that
I'ma find another man
Baby that's a straight bet, straight jet
I don't connect flights, I just hang ten
Stay fly baby, I don't got to chase steps, bunch of crash dummies when I walk on stage they bang heads
Feel the love, man it's vibes, f*ck what they said

I can't stop f*cking laughing
What's the bop mama, wallow with my bottle imma flip
I been hollow at my soul, the prophet spitting at the lips
I been swinging high and low cause I been skimping at the hip, and the wrist
Grylls grabbed me said it's time to get a grip kid
The mask on like the kid about to risk it, swinging from the closet door, corpse smelt like fish sticks
Fourth quarter at the prison chip, bout to get my stimmy check in four loads
Place it to the torso
Envision it, played your tape and I can smell the bitch in it
We burst at you cowards, we spit a verse and devour your shit
Long hours, heavy rain brings flowers
Heartbreak give a man great powers, what you think
I been staring in the mirror coughing blood into the sink, while my chic cleans the stains off my mink