ForbiddenFruit (feat. TATUM)

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Every sore loser just wanna be great
How long can my destiny wait, before another
Money, raps, pussy only keeping me safe
I'll say, when it came to the truth
Could never tell her Here we are
Reservoir, reputation
Rap revelations
Dinner for two, But you the reservation
Sinners do what sinners do, let's go create a nation
Tell me what you hide, behind that foundation
I'll be waiting all i wanted, when i got it,
Was still chasing I mean i really exceeded expectations
Tag me in I'm stone cold waiting
In the corner, I'm a goner
Plus I bought them tickets to that concert
That you've been talking about all year
Temptation why you not here
Guess the love was not clear
How do I end up back here
On top of that, I went to that concert by myself
And seen you sitting on his lap
I feel like how I feel right, oh shit
She was in her bag tho, that one was rad flow
Gnarly
I keep on falling like Alicia or Chris Farley
Every time i pick up the phone, you go and stall me

I can feel it in the air tonight
Party in the dark oh we hardly care for light
Forbidden fruit oh I done bit in every type
Weary sigh, hot or cold spending precious time
Looking for some sensation tall tale chasing
Shortchanging myself see it's Fahrenheit
Terrified I won't amount to shit fore I parish
That paralyzing state of mind make you pussy
And leave you sterilized
Shooting a pair of dice tryna buy yo way into paradise
Parent eyes leaking seeing they kids inherit their paradigm
Narrowly getting by and nigga that's not just on rent
How I get on Twitter or Instagram before I wash off the scent
Of teen spirit and low attention spans
Last night was intense as this damn
Feeling I'm still in a jam a top tier descent,
Into madness
It's like every bad decision's a fat ass in skims
My brother he watching me follow one up the stairs
Spazzing in his skin glowing red cause it's
After 2:10 and this kickback dead as f*ck
He wanna lay down but she said it's up
He'll be Ight Lemme go head creep in to her bed
And slut her out making one hell of a song I guess
Left all my honest thoughts inside of these sonnets
Yet they get lost somewhere in my consciousness
Or tossed out the window all this is
Is another base head shooting dope I mean
Shooting his shot with a bitch
Penny pinching 15 cent-ing but he isn't
Too concerned with his common sense
Lint in his Pockets tempted to rob this
Nigga inside this polished vet
Shit he look stylist if it get violent
Shiesty hit a lick anonymous
Didn't realize the one hundred thousand mileage
Eyes on the Jesus piece he put the piece to his head
Told him rich or Christian either way
You should know we're ominous
I can feel it in the air tonight
Party in the dark oh we hardly care for light
Forbidden fruit oh I done bit in every type

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