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2amInterlude Video (MV)




Performed By: Whispers
Language: English
Length: 1:50
Written by: Thomas Siwik




Whispers - 2amInterlude Lyrics
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High
I been getting higher
Climbing the writing on the wall
We fall come back
This my wave relax
And we riding all matte
All black like the bikers how we?
How the f*ck we make it home last night?
How the f*ck we make it home last night?
We should stay on that creepin and crawlin
And this my wave ain't fallin ain't fallin till I get a million plaques
(Yeah)
How in the f*ck did we make it right back to the den
I can see right that this ain't the end
I ain't playin nah this ain't pretend
I ain't trouble but trouble gon find us the way that we live
Stay where they didn't want me in
F*ck us then f*ck ya ya dig
Stay runnin keep it so big
Choppin im chillin my niggas is wit me so f*ck you you don't want no issues
You gotta just keep her some tissues she snortin that white tryna blow like a missile
Keep all that negative energy don't give a f*ck what ya did cuz buisness is buisness
Doin this shit all again the sports we playin is tennis
How we get back to the crib?
How we get back to the crib?
How we get back to the crib?
How we get back to the
How we get back to the crib?
How we get back to the crib?
How we get back to the crib?
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High
I been getting higher
Climbing the writing on the wall
We fall come back
This my wave relax
And we riding all matte
All black like the bikers how we?
How the f*ck we make it home last night?
How the f*ck we make it home last night?
We should stay on that creepin and crawlin
And this my wave ain't fallin ain't fallin till I get a million plaques
(Yeah)
How in the f*ck did we make it right back to the den
I can see right that this ain't the end
I ain't playin nah this ain't pretend
I ain't trouble but trouble gon find us the way that we live
Stay where they didn't want me in
F*ck us then f*ck ya ya dig
Stay runnin keep it so big
Choppin im chillin my niggas is wit me so f*ck you you don't want no issues
You gotta just keep her some tissues she snortin that white tryna blow like a missile
Keep all that negative energy don't give a f*ck what ya did cuz buisness is buisness
Doin this shit all again the sports we playin is tennis
How we get back to the crib?
How we get back to the crib?
How we get back to the crib?
How we get back to the
How we get back to the crib?
How we get back to the crib?
How we get back to the crib?
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Writer: Thomas Siwik
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