Jamie Slacks - GUAVA Lyrics

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Tunnel vision people talking like they self-aware
Won't come see me but they still want me there
I don't care, to be honest
That's unfair, as a promise
Don't you dare touch my commas
My dollars, verde, como mi guava
Mi casa su casa
If you are my partner
Put that on my mamma
And my ex-girl drama
Smoke the flora and the fauna
Sleeping Beauty was still haunted
I don't wanna be a problem
But we need them just to solve them
Head-strong, but the heart gonna stop ya
Head long, but the party still popping
Say so and she dropping, I got it like it's locked in
Ryan Reynolds in a coffin

Oh, I get it, I know
Another white boy trying to rhyme and flow
I suppose it could be my ego
Talented, no manager, you want me? Let me know
Hoe, you better get going
The only time you want me's when you're bored and alone
I suppose I could throw you a bone
Handled it, your banishment, you want me? Let me know
Yo, this guala might fold
Sipping out guavas with a beach blindfold
I suppose we could act like adults
Where's the fun in that? Responsible got old
Whoa, let's get it my bro
Couple thousand dollars ain't enough for our goals
I suppose we could pack a couple bowls
Handled it, the damages, you love us? Let it go

Yo, I been killing this flow
Getting too intimate with infinite bitches
Man, I roll around indifferent
To the shit these kids is spitting
I been cooking in the kitchen
Mixing when and if the wrist is flicking
F*ck a fixed position, I got plenty disposition
See how I'm living, pilling, no villain but still against the system
I'm willing to kill it so I grip it and rip it
When I really get to feel it, but I can switch up in an instant
By my vocab you inference
That my speech is the simplest
But I concur, it's complex, with an easy-read out of interest
Dawg, I ain't feeding the nitwits
With shit they can get with
I'm just talking all my shit as though I am the richest
But it's Slacks, so relax, go ahead and grab on your Mrs.
If she got a rack, though, I'll attack that ass with the quickness
Hitting it front to back, before you're back, what the trick is
It's just big business, way too big for your britches
Get it?

Oh, I get it, I know
Another white boy trying to rhyme and flow
I suppose it could be my ego
Talented, no manager, you want me? Let me know
Hoe, you better get going
The only time you want me's when you're bored and alone
I suppose I could throw you a bone
Handled it, your banishment, you want me? Let me know
Yo, this guala might fold
Sipping out guavas with a beach blindfold
I suppose we could act like adults
Where's the fun in that? Responsible got old
Whoa, let's get it my bro
Couple thousand dollars ain't enough for our goals
I suppose we could pack a couple bowls
Handled it, the damages, you love us? Let it go

Let it go