Quiet Swami - 21:03 Lyrics

Murder is intimate
Blood equals sentiment
Turn you to sediment
Subject is predicate
I don't leave evidence
Check in yo residence
Residue missin'
So I don't catch felony
What is you sayin?
Boy what is you tellin' me?
Keep talkin' shit and you gon' catch these hands today
I do not want to hear a word you gotta say
Focused on money since I worked at Chick-Fil-A

If you ain't got a mothaf*ckin' dolla' to ya name
That's a shame
But no need to put a bullet in ya brain
Life's a game and a young nigga started in last
But that's the past, now i gotta car that's loud on the gas
And it's fast
Like when ya girl called me to smash
Soon as ya left
Didn't show an ounce of respect
I could see my dick bulge in her neck
Made me nut a couple times
DAMN SHE THE BEST
Bustin' on her face and im bustin' on her chest
Tell her get out and get ya homies girl next
All I want is head
I don't want sex
And I ain't eat her pussy cuz it smelled like chex
You might think that's good but I took offense
Said she a snack, but it ain't my preference
Next bitch I f*ck gon' need a reference
Last one got fired
No Severance

You mothaf*ckas tryin me
Whatchu tryna be
Why you eyein' me
Feel like a zombie
This part one to my odyssey
You mothaf*ckas tryin me
Whatchu tryna be
Why you eyein' me
Feel like a zombie
This part one to my odyssey