Yeah, Im a take my time with this joint
You know there's always two sides to a story
In some cases three or four
Stick with me Im cooking
I'll take this same joint right here
Matter fact
Im gonna slow it down
Yeah
So many instruments we could record a musical
I'll play you how I made the murder sound beautiful
Wait
Im gonna slow it down even more
I need to set this tone, every movie needs a score
You niggas need to find a vibe, you dig through crates
And get you some help
I want a vibe, I sample myself
Been in more shootouts than mansions, big houses
Extend the arm, press down, broken couches
If this continues, you'll never make it out alive
I remember praying to God
Telling him Im going to change my life
I knew bookings before reservations, concierge
You ever answered the phone and aint nobody there
No statements, avoid cases
I got amnesia
I don't remember names or places
Just glad that I escaped it
Rodrick Cliche - Battery Lyrics
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Yeah, Im a take my time with this joint
You know there's always two sides to a story
In some cases three or four
Stick with me Im cooking
I'll take this same joint right here
Matter fact
Im gonna slow it down
Yeah
So many instruments we could record a musical
I'll play you how I made the murder sound beautiful
Wait
Im gonna slow it down even more
I need to set this tone, every movie needs a score
You niggas need to find a vibe, you dig through crates
And get you some help
I want a vibe, I sample myself
Been in more shootouts than mansions, big houses
Extend the arm, press down, broken couches
If this continues, you'll never make it out alive
I remember praying to God
Telling him Im going to change my life
I knew bookings before reservations, concierge
You ever answered the phone and aint nobody there
No statements, avoid cases
I got amnesia
I don't remember names or places
Just glad that I escaped it
You know there's always two sides to a story
In some cases three or four
Stick with me Im cooking
I'll take this same joint right here
Matter fact
Im gonna slow it down
Yeah
So many instruments we could record a musical
I'll play you how I made the murder sound beautiful
Wait
Im gonna slow it down even more
I need to set this tone, every movie needs a score
You niggas need to find a vibe, you dig through crates
And get you some help
I want a vibe, I sample myself
Been in more shootouts than mansions, big houses
Extend the arm, press down, broken couches
If this continues, you'll never make it out alive
I remember praying to God
Telling him Im going to change my life
I knew bookings before reservations, concierge
You ever answered the phone and aint nobody there
No statements, avoid cases
I got amnesia
I don't remember names or places
Just glad that I escaped it
Writer: Rodrick Simmons
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