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Penfield Video (MV)




Performed By: Don Smith
Length: 3:33
Written by: Romelle Loiseau




Don Smith - Penfield Lyrics
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Penning this down in my Penfield
I got my coat on in the booth
(Penfield)
You know, Superman walk in the booth nigga take off his uniform and turn to Superman
Hold your head, hold your aim
New wave of danger
DonSMITH and Chuck Strangers
Me, I came in the booth, put my coat on
You feel me
(Penfield)
Cliff, yeah
Penning this down in my Penfield
Below zero really how this pen feel
To my soldiers coming home, tell me how the pen feel
I heard that shit real
My brother Kvrdio said he been there
Over a chick who not only was slick but was prone to snitching
Set him up with his own mans, then it get clear
Blood and water don't pour from the same faucet
And his father served time too, that make him the fam heir
I know there's trophies etched with his name
I told him hold the love closer than his fame
'Cause when the cards fold, it's only time 'till you play again
You lose every day as reminder to gain again
Born in misfortune, that's the shit that made you
I'm talking rosaries with the K-Swiss in grade school
Sharing Arizonas with the homies never waste food
Shoe strings for belts, being broke changed rules
Couldn't keep our paper together like bad staples
Yeah, ca-can I keep going
Yeah
Forgive the friction of my pen play
My words heat with touch, diction with Bengay
You nice for a day, my ink bled for like ten straight
But we know it's not mens trait to menstruate
But now it's pouring, release deity when the ink get squeezed
The paper lying to try and say it ain't needing me
Emails only, no dm's please
Look
Now we got cake for Pete's sake
Cliff goes in, East coast nigga but I twist my fingers
Channel pac through this nose ring, the hate you gave
Little infants f*cks everyone we need to do better, before the tomb bigger
Like 5 star restaurants serving old feta
Like hiring niggas when you don't vet 'em
Like tryin' to eat with me when you won't ketchup
I'm just saying y'all should know better
I put plenty niggas on but ya'll don't owe me shit
I'm living humble dog, 24 Kobe shit
Now they see me bustin' moves and they motion sick
So it's f*ck all y'all on some orgy shit
How many times have I decided to annihilate
And that one decision confronted existence
Of all of my opposition, now Donnie is conflicted
Does god take pity to any victims
Or dare he smite those who bark and bite
Awfully lost in my thoughts so I often write flows
That entice foes to pull my card, my suit is full of hearts and here to make your whole club fold
Only time you that nigga is if your wife shows
Stick to your day job, just come to tonight's show
Volume 2
(Penning this down in my Penfield)
(Penning this down in my)
(Penfield)
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Penning this down in my Penfield
I got my coat on in the booth
(Penfield)
You know, Superman walk in the booth nigga take off his uniform and turn to Superman
Hold your head, hold your aim
New wave of danger
DonSMITH and Chuck Strangers
Me, I came in the booth, put my coat on
You feel me
(Penfield)
Cliff, yeah
Penning this down in my Penfield
Below zero really how this pen feel
To my soldiers coming home, tell me how the pen feel
I heard that shit real
My brother Kvrdio said he been there
Over a chick who not only was slick but was prone to snitching
Set him up with his own mans, then it get clear
Blood and water don't pour from the same faucet
And his father served time too, that make him the fam heir
I know there's trophies etched with his name
I told him hold the love closer than his fame
'Cause when the cards fold, it's only time 'till you play again
You lose every day as reminder to gain again
Born in misfortune, that's the shit that made you
I'm talking rosaries with the K-Swiss in grade school
Sharing Arizonas with the homies never waste food
Shoe strings for belts, being broke changed rules
Couldn't keep our paper together like bad staples
Yeah, ca-can I keep going
Yeah
Forgive the friction of my pen play
My words heat with touch, diction with Bengay
You nice for a day, my ink bled for like ten straight
But we know it's not mens trait to menstruate
But now it's pouring, release deity when the ink get squeezed
The paper lying to try and say it ain't needing me
Emails only, no dm's please
Look
Now we got cake for Pete's sake
Cliff goes in, East coast nigga but I twist my fingers
Channel pac through this nose ring, the hate you gave
Little infants f*cks everyone we need to do better, before the tomb bigger
Like 5 star restaurants serving old feta
Like hiring niggas when you don't vet 'em
Like tryin' to eat with me when you won't ketchup
I'm just saying y'all should know better
I put plenty niggas on but ya'll don't owe me shit
I'm living humble dog, 24 Kobe shit
Now they see me bustin' moves and they motion sick
So it's f*ck all y'all on some orgy shit
How many times have I decided to annihilate
And that one decision confronted existence
Of all of my opposition, now Donnie is conflicted
Does god take pity to any victims
Or dare he smite those who bark and bite
Awfully lost in my thoughts so I often write flows
That entice foes to pull my card, my suit is full of hearts and here to make your whole club fold
Only time you that nigga is if your wife shows
Stick to your day job, just come to tonight's show
Volume 2
(Penning this down in my Penfield)
(Penning this down in my)
(Penfield)
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Writer: Romelle Loiseau
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