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Samurai
by Style 17
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Honour killed the samurai
And i me myself misphilosophising about
Heartfelt farewells like
Do you really miss me?
All the things that you said
Everything you did man do you even care g?
From what it seems i was living in your head rent free
I was living rent free, house in the hills with a drop top Bentley
Pulled her to the side, told her get into the ride now she begging me yes please
What's that? You stumbling
Got the bag, won't fumble it
Like Colin Kaepernick I ain't gonna mumble it
Every play, touchdown
Everyday, new bust down
I don't give a fuck, carefree this ain't lust town
I don't give a fuck, because I'm living carefree
You can catch me overseas
30 degree weather, and i'm still out here doing what I please
By the coast with the breeze (The breeze)
Making moves and I'm still being silent
I'm out here making that cheese
Parmesan, that's Italy's finest
In the Rari with no keys
Residual shiny minerals
Clinically took a toll on me
Diamonds, pearls, iced out gold teeth
Hide them in the Benz
Never to be seen again
10 toes down to be 6 feet deep
Entrusting me not to go crazy
People violated as far as the eye can see
Silenced, killed, everything in between, in between
In between, there's you and me
And in this lean there's nothing clean
Eyes rolling back behind the scenes
I'm rolling stacks inside my jeans
Inside my genes i got the hustle
Talking winning when I'm in the huddle
Bring it down one time
17th Ave. Got em hitting that play sign
Earl be recording so you know it's fucking game time
Lolo on the track so you know we got a flame line
Bring it down one time
17th Ave. Got em hitting that play sign
Earl be recording so you know it's fucking game time
Lolo on the track, so you know we got a flame line
Honour killed the samurai
And i me myself misphilosophising about
Heartfelt farewells like
Do you really miss me?
All the things that you said
Everything you did man do you even care g?
From what it seems i was living in your head rent free
I was living rent free, house in the hills with a drop top Bentley
Pulled her to the side, told her get into the ride now she begging me yes please
What's that? You stumbling
Got the bag, won't fumble it
Like Colin Kaepernick I ain't gonna mumble it
Every play, touchdown
Everyday, new bust down
I don't give a fuck, carefree this ain't lust town
I don't give a fuck, because I'm living carefree
You can catch me overseas
30 degree weather, and i'm still out here doing what I please
By the coast with the breeze (The breeze)
Making moves and I'm still being silent
I'm out here making that cheese
Parmesan, that's Italy's finest
In the Rari with no keys
Residual shiny minerals
Clinically took a toll on me
Diamonds, pearls, iced out gold teeth
Hide them in the Benz
Never to be seen again
10 toes down to be 6 feet deep
Entrusting me not to go crazy
People violated as far as the eye can see
Silenced, killed, everything in between, in between
In between, there's you and me
And in this lean there's nothing clean
Eyes rolling back behind the scenes
I'm rolling stacks inside my jeans
Inside my genes i got the hustle
Talking winning when I'm in the huddle
Bring it down one time
17th Ave. Got em hitting that play sign
Earl be recording so you know it's fucking game time
Lolo on the track so you know we got a flame line
Bring it down one time
17th Ave. Got em hitting that play sign
Earl be recording so you know it's fucking game time
Lolo on the track, so you know we got a flame line