TTra<> - AT URS (feat. madeinthewild) Lyrics

I don't roll a blade, I don't even fingerskate
Get your hand off his dick and let me masturbate
Leave the murder scene more rare than the golden gate
I can't wait for April so I get my tax rebate
You better got enough money for a taxi mate
Gang shit broke up so I had to recruit brand new mates
Bitches love me even if I f*cking turn up late
Got some golden steak on my f*cking dinner plate
You know I love my life, but you can't relate
Bitch, you know I'm gang shit reppin', this the morale steppin
Peachy language, this sex-rated, I'm the best but I'm the most hated
Yeah, have you seen the pretty girl that I'm datin'
Have you heard the f*cking bars that I'm sprayin'
Get on the bar, Sunday, 16

Every time I end up at yours
You just end up for no fault
The heads of the murders like Easter Island
The weeds are pure, it's like a diamond

Drowning in my dreams, my dreaded fantasy
I'm floating away, all is white and empty
As I open my eyes, I'm sinking in
It's calling me, you make me
Change the shape of my life
I'm not afraid, I feel no loneliness
I'm floating away, naked

Every time I end up at yours
You just end up for no fault
The heads of the murders like Easter Island
The weeds are pure, it's like a diamond

Drowning in my dreams, my dreaded fantasy
I'm floating away