They don't need me
Man I gotta get the hell up outtta ct
Everytime I touch down I see police
All my niggas hilltop the blood run deep
Ridin round ct
Now Im thumbing thru my phone for the old ting
Virgo so I use to take it slowly
She say I can't go a day without smoking
Yeah they know me
Boutta pass east pearl
Baby i remember you were such a sweet girl
Now I never come around
It made ya evil
All of sudden we just two different people
I don't need girls
Pull up to a chypher
Trading verses with the tribe
Hit the fire herbs
Remember I just use to struggle with them five words
Now the decade on a timer
Yeah it your guyser
Why they wanna be me
Man I gotta get the hell up outta CT
Ain't ten toes down when we speaking
State so small that out grew the whole thing
Y'all don't know me
Yeah they sleep Sleep
Nigga I don't give a f*ck about no CT
All these niggas love hate or tryna be me
All the bitches either scheming or cheating
Have wifey face down
Record the whole thing
What don't you see king
City full secrets now I ain't post to snitch
But we got defects
Y'all ain't leave yet
Oh you need your whole check
I found root of the problem
Would you still dance if I kept this shit honest
If we was poppin than we would poppin
There's a big picture but you rather crop it
Who's gonna stop us if we go pop
I'm boutta see sum I think we got couple opps
This be the soundtrack to the deep end on god
Deep End is a part Connecticut that's always left in dark
203
Savy Soul - Talkin' Headz Lyrics
Savy Soul - Talkin' Headz Lyrics
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They don't need me
Man I gotta get the hell up outtta ct
Everytime I touch down I see police
All my niggas hilltop the blood run deep
Ridin round ct
Now Im thumbing thru my phone for the old ting
Virgo so I use to take it slowly
She say I can't go a day without smoking
Yeah they know me
Boutta pass east pearl
Baby i remember you were such a sweet girl
Now I never come around
It made ya evil
All of sudden we just two different people
I don't need girls
Pull up to a chypher
Trading verses with the tribe
Hit the fire herbs
Remember I just use to struggle with them five words
Now the decade on a timer
Yeah it your guyser
Why they wanna be me
Man I gotta get the hell up outta CT
Ain't ten toes down when we speaking
State so small that out grew the whole thing
Y'all don't know me
Yeah they sleep Sleep
Nigga I don't give a f*ck about no CT
All these niggas love hate or tryna be me
All the bitches either scheming or cheating
Have wifey face down
Record the whole thing
What don't you see king
City full secrets now I ain't post to snitch
But we got defects
Y'all ain't leave yet
Oh you need your whole check
I found root of the problem
Would you still dance if I kept this shit honest
If we was poppin than we would poppin
There's a big picture but you rather crop it
Who's gonna stop us if we go pop
I'm boutta see sum I think we got couple opps
This be the soundtrack to the deep end on god
Deep End is a part Connecticut that's always left in dark
203
Man I gotta get the hell up outtta ct
Everytime I touch down I see police
All my niggas hilltop the blood run deep
Ridin round ct
Now Im thumbing thru my phone for the old ting
Virgo so I use to take it slowly
She say I can't go a day without smoking
Yeah they know me
Boutta pass east pearl
Baby i remember you were such a sweet girl
Now I never come around
It made ya evil
All of sudden we just two different people
I don't need girls
Pull up to a chypher
Trading verses with the tribe
Hit the fire herbs
Remember I just use to struggle with them five words
Now the decade on a timer
Yeah it your guyser
Why they wanna be me
Man I gotta get the hell up outta CT
Ain't ten toes down when we speaking
State so small that out grew the whole thing
Y'all don't know me
Yeah they sleep Sleep
Nigga I don't give a f*ck about no CT
All these niggas love hate or tryna be me
All the bitches either scheming or cheating
Have wifey face down
Record the whole thing
What don't you see king
City full secrets now I ain't post to snitch
But we got defects
Y'all ain't leave yet
Oh you need your whole check
I found root of the problem
Would you still dance if I kept this shit honest
If we was poppin than we would poppin
There's a big picture but you rather crop it
Who's gonna stop us if we go pop
I'm boutta see sum I think we got couple opps
This be the soundtrack to the deep end on god
Deep End is a part Connecticut that's always left in dark
203
Writer: S S
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