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distance - feardorian & quinn lyrics

[intro: zhané]
sweet taste of love
the taste of love, it fills me up
sensation, sweet, don’t—

[verse 1: feardorian]
wake up, ayy, got a bird singing, ayy
i get you going for the wrong reasons, ayy
i get you gone for the right reasons (as above, so below)
why this white b*tch in the crib? she don’t like the season, uh
smoke so much dope, got my eyes bleeding, ayy
bells in your city, b*tch, been ringing, ayy
you slide to my party, tell me who you bringing, ayy
you slide to my crib, tell me who you bringing, ayy
n*ggas plottin’, ayy, n*ggas schemin’, ayy
n*ggas said i fell off, must have been dreamin’, ayy
you said that you call, but i didn’t see it, ayy
my bro got a clip and he not a streamer
i can’t be a family guy, b*tch, i’m not pеter (b*tch, i’m not peter)
i can’t bе a family guy, b*tch, i’m not lois (b*tch, i’m not brian)
when it come to paying homage, n*ggas on me, ayy
help a n*gga look for sh*t, but i stole it (but i stole it), ayy, ayy
running in a f*cking stolen (in a f*cking stolen), ayy, ayy
riding in a f*cking stolen (in a f*cking stolen), ayy
if i wasn’t sweet, that would be the old me, uh (would be the old me)
[verse 2: quinn]
n*gga, what you say? we’ve seen better days
i got better place, let’s get bread today
let’s get fed today
flippin’ over pictures, tryna reminisce today
trippin’ over b*tches finna land you in a grave
i should take my own advice
i will never make it right
felt like it was every night that i was movin’ out of spite
roll a spliffy, light it right
ain’t no room up in this b*tch, i won’t never like a flight
selling drugs, pay nine
you see some, say not
if you see the jakes, run
never take a break, nah
bring her over, slay her
she don’t want to stay, fine
this sh*t always take time
heard it through the grapevine, ayy
you was selling baseline
put me on big bro, tryna make my money
do some somersaults and back flips
i hope that my engineer don’t make fun of my adlibs
i hope since the telly gone the plugs will not start taxin’
tryna make enough to live a life of straight relaxin’
i think it’s a matter of just keepin’ up with traction
if we talkin’ money, i hope we is only addin’
i can’t be broke in a day, so i cannot be braggin’
riskin’ losing everythin’ when i be outside taggin’
cargo jeans saggin’
think i need a therapist ’cause i got h*lla baggage
i can’t blame these b*tches, i done too much of the damage
i ain’t one those n*ggas that let anybody manage
if they own your payroll, they should never take advantage
i could flip your whip in several states, i’m doin’ damage
i could flip your whips in several, ayy
i could flip your whips in several states, i’m doin’ damage

- feardorian quinn lyrics

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