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Topaz Jones

George David Brandon Jones (born 1993), known professionally as Topaz Jones, is an American rapper and singer. more »

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All on them lips it's like gloss
All of them pictures I lost
All of them fingers I crossed
All of them wishes I tossed, in the well
I need to ride for my pops, I need to buy some eyedrops
Peace of mind, piece of pie
Can't even sleep I cyclops quite a lot
Blind foldin' origami
Order sushi, pourin' Sake out
Gorgeous views from the roof
More Confucius from your cotton mouth
Easter eggs turnin' rotten now
Throwin' toilet paper, porta-potty mouth
Made the morning paper
Can't afford to save a single cent
Countin' every second like this ain't for rent
Momma say I don't know how to act
Over my shorty crib after school
Keys jingle, Kris Kringle out the back
Never understood how a fat nigga
Made it down the chimney in the first place
My first taste of lust, came laced inside a Honey Dutch
We was watchin' Bubbles, Blossom, Buttercup
Can't lose my mojo, brain was too loco
I'm bangin' with Weezy, the pain in his vocals remind me of Stevie
I'm steamin' like Coco
It's almost a quarter to three
Yeah, uh, do you still got the quarter for cheap?
Uh, yeah, uh

Why blame it on my maker? Uh
Won't save me from my nature, yeah
Won't shade me from this rainfall (rainfall), woo
A clean slate that's all I pray for, uh

And especially if I'm lit
Like especially after I'm drinking something
I'ma get like, yo let me get my feelings-

East side boy, got the streets hot
I could fry an egg on the block, when police out
Birds flock to me like a peacock
Bass make her feel the trunk shake from the treetops
Never got TLC from the radio heads but I see I'm on the creep now
And a whole lotta folks wanna reach out
Last we spoke, it been long as a beach towel, mmh
Kitchen hot but I can't chicken out (no)
F*ck it I'll hatch me a plan
I'm smoking that sacrilegious with the fam
We might go sacrificial for the lamb
I might go trade my masters for a diamond chain
If I die in vein, pray it's private plane
Know some living legends in a lotta pain
Tears tattooed, it's a crying shame, goddamn

Why blame it on my maker? Uh
Won't save me from my nature, yeah
Won't shade me from this rainfall (this rainfall), woo
A clean slate that's all I pray for, uh

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