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Matt Citron-Shallow Waters Lyrics

English Lyrics

Another night in the shallow water Finding depths in a hollow bottle and a model body not a V12 Seats leather they heating well Eating well 'cause I'm well spoken Your bell's broken mine's ringing off Kit the cat but can't break 'em off Kinda torn I can't take 'em all Learn ya something might do you good if you knew the way you'd find dues to pay Who's the realest? Lately I put the I in realest I just don't have the time to feel it You just don't have the grind to kill it Keeping track of these bills is hard Who's the Russell and who's the Walton it ain't all black and white Shades of grey in my hazel eyes I don't cry behind them I ride with mine in mind Mine is mine and mine blowing up and my ride or die might go parachute So fuck your feelings and fuck your boo I might fuck her too then go ghost on her I'm the one who does most honor Mulan with that rouge on and dope cosigners Grab the wheel with no ghost riders Imma write em obituaries Coldest booming in January Born again back in 94 in my past life I was a half life and then a crack pipe and then an ancient King now I'm back and still killing things like uh [Hook] Grip the clutch Drip to flood Mister what Pimping strut Grip the clutch Drip to flood Mister what Flip it up (yeah) I am so far from the way I was Still I feel young with my sleeves rolled up Leaves on the ground did the seasons change? Only see green when I need that rain I am so far from the way I was Still I feel young with my sleeves rolled up Leaves on the ground did the seasons change? Only see green when I need that rain, that rain [Verse 2] But let's get back to topic 'Cause all your top picks are dropping shit and then head to the Sixers Those losing records find new perspectives so rude to mention your crew right next mine Who's the next in line? Who's been texting my line and talking bout lies and walking past signs I'm talking my p's and off of my q's I'm high on that pussy power no booze when if and I choose to rip then I do then lift the mic too and hit the right cue and grip the right tool and switch the rhyme up Pass and hit the right blunt Feeling brave when I'm chiefing Think tonight she might cut But if she don't then no worries I am not the one hurried I am not the one quick to run when you see me now it looks blurry very early To call to game Looking now and it's all the same Artists now are like forgers Sketchy characters draw the same Crew been running tight quarters Investments all in right order Rapping like I struck oil Platinum plans that you foiled Think about it you foiled Y'all candy rappers in the lunchroom Can't be acting like touch fouls when you lose your head way too much soon but I'm poised [Hook] Grip the clutch Drip to flood Mister what Pimping strut Grip the clutch Drip to flood Mister what Flip it up (yeah) I am so far from the way I was Still I feel young with my sleeves rolled up Leaves on the ground did the seasons change? Only see green when I need that rain I am so far from the way I was Still I feel young with my sleeves rolled up Leaves on the ground did the seasons change? Only see green when I need that rain, that rain [Skit] (Voicemail:) "Oh shocker it's your fucking voicemail. I know you see me calling and texting you Matt. You can't ignore me forever. You know what, don't even bother. I'm fucking done. Bye."

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