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Private Stock Limited Edition Double Vinyl
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Private Stock
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lyrics
Verse 1
I got her name tattooed on my chest
I'm chasing Amy retracing my steps, smoke tracing my breaths
I still smell her clove linger off of Lefferts and Grand
If you don't know bout love or death then you just won't understand
I'm reminiscent like a Chester Higgins
From where clips see empty like they're pessimistic
Impressionistic my frustration from painting a portrait that's so vivid
And they still couldn't get it, from thin air
I'm trynna whittle it away before it withers away
Once bitten now it slithered away
My sky blue now digital ray
My requiem for my street
But technically the equity seeked is not equity banked
Before it tanks I'll give thanks when techs bang on this beat
Yo we need to bring back weed spots
We need to bring back weed spots, I'm trynna tell ya
It's not nostalgia, this been my style for a while
These closet bangers
These moves is timing, Tutankhamun
Common threads, Kama Sutra guided common sense
Santana riffs, banana Nutrament, bandana kids
Sandbagging sandwich bag master plans from a few zips
Like skeoops
I know the Stuy smell like trees at night
I know these blocks from my dreams at night
I know some opps trynna read these rights
100K off of these here bikes, I know the feels
Verse 2
I got her name tattooed on my chest
I'm chasing Amy replaying this test between reflect or forget
Still feel her essence on New York between Bergen and Dean
If you ain't blessed to know bout loss
Then you can't learn what I mean
These is Kings Plaza stanzas en confianza
Sponsored by OG somber nights give cold reminders
I part ways with entourages when it's off or too tra la la la
It ain't about whats popular if it ain't on my parabola
Phantom of your opera rocking High John the Conqueror
Blocking cyclops hate with the Hamsa hand of the Fatima
Jamie Foxx on 'em, talk to the hand
The Bronx 80 blocks from her, I'm just 28 grams
Just an ounce
We down river they already took our grounds
We just kids from the Crown
Heights of the Empire State and now it's like they trynna take us out
I know the feels, the feels they in my house
I know the feels, the feels
I know the feels, the feels
How it feels when they taking all your dreams out your fields
I know the feels, the feels
I know the feels, the feels
How it feels when they taking all your dreams out your fields
credits
from
Private Stock,
released March 30, 2018
prod by Iman Omari and Jlbs
written by K. Cherry
additional vocals by Iman Omari
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