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The Carloses - Weave Lyrics



The Carloses - Weave Lyrics




Uh
Yo I'm back (From what?)
From like a single song on Bandcamp
Shit was phat! (You're f*cked)
You know, my last name should be Hampton
Bitch I'm latticing shit
Not fast enough for the life of me
But maybe when I'm 87 I'll perform at Madison
My flow is monstrous like Trogdor
Spit consummate V's
Get you down to your knees
But you be hella fond of it
Writing sonnets on the consequences
Coming up on 'em
I'm a poet
Cross stitching alphabets, your obit's right below it
I be twillin' the beat and I be killin' it too
Lacing my weave with ladyfingers like some Tiramisu
These sappy f*ckers wanna water down The Carlos' crew
I'm saying miss me with that gay shit
While I'm kissin' a dude
Is that too Kevin for you?
And yeah my shit may sound like Mezzanine
But if there's an empire
I'd be the king sportin' Messaline, uh
No need for internet in the name
We Discord messaging
And don't forget: I might have a role, so don't make no enemies

All I wanna know is why I haven't popped off yet
Only in a group because I can't hold my own project (Wait are you serious?)
Pull up to Napster and yell "Yo, where my bread at?"
Take a Napster and wake up to "Yo, where Bedhead at?"

Look for Listerine when I wake up in the morning
Act like I'm hard when every bar I spit is boring
I got tracks that I'm recording, I don't know if they gonna hit
I'm just tryna get my bread up move my homies to the 6ix

Man, I ain't never been shit
So I got a little money, start to flex a little bit
Couple singles and a tape, spent that money on a weave
Hope we'll drop a couple more before the world is missing me (Man)
Man, I ain't never been shit
So I got a little money, start to flex a little bit
Couple singles and a tape, spent that money on a weave
Hope we'll drop a couple more before the world is missing me

Kickin' off the tape, bitch I'm Liu Kangin
Sick of this robotic beef, your whole crew slangin'
I'm off the Cyrex, bitch, I digress
You off the clock man, time-pressed
I'm a mortal man speakin' to the dead (to the dead)
Give 'em my six cents, stream of thoughts from my head
Stream of orange juice... and I'm pourin' it
Take off in my racecar bed with a foreign bitch

Life's too short to smoke mid (smoke mid)
Yeah we bitches up in this bitch
Life's too short to smoke mid (smoke mid)
Yeah we bitches up in this bitch
Life's too short to smoke mid (smoke mid)
Yeah we bitches up in this bitch
Life's too short to smoke mid (smoke mid)
Yeah we bitches up in this bitch

Father to a band but not my girl's favorite member
Further from myself, keeping regrets from December
Need a wake-up call but no one's asking for my number
Until then, I'll make some hits with my group, motherf*cker

Made a tape with my friends, our crew is ride or die
Pull up to What a with Carlos, we bumpin' fly or die
And when I splash on your bitch, I'm Mr. Worldwide (I'm Mr. Worldwide)
If you want a piece of this shit, then hit our hotline
And I ain't never been shit
When I get a little money I'll feel like a bad bitch
A couple thousand on my shoes, a few more on my wrist
Shotgun in the Tesla, next to Jaden smith

(Is it over?)

And yeah my shit may sound like Mezzanine
But I be the hardest goin' Björk fan y'all ever seen
Yeah my favorite's Homogenic, but I see you bumping Vespertine
My jewelry too cold, I just got it from an ice machine
All of these wannabes be spineless like centipedes
But call me a hypocrite 'cause the hundreds gon' be the end of me (Oh, I get it)
Too much heat, uh-huh, put on the sunscreen
But who the f*ck be listening to the bars that you sending me

Man, I ain't never been shit
So I got a little money, start to flex a little bit
Couple singles and a tape, spent that money on a weave
Hope we'll drop a couple more before the world is missing me (Maaa-a-an)
Man, I ain't never been shit
So I got a little money, start to flex a little bit
Couple singles and a tape, spent that money on a weave
Hope we'll drop a couple more before the world is missing me (Maaaan)
Man, I ain't never been shit
So I got a little money, start to flex a little bit
Couple singles and a tape, spent that money on a weave
Hope we'll drop a couple more before the world is missing me
Man, I ain't never been shit
So I got a little money, start to flex a little bit
Couple singles and a tape, spent that money on a weave
Hope we'll drop a couple more before the world is missing me
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Uh
Yo I'm back (From what?)
From like a single song on Bandcamp
Shit was phat! (You're f*cked)
You know, my last name should be Hampton
Bitch I'm latticing shit
Not fast enough for the life of me
But maybe when I'm 87 I'll perform at Madison
My flow is monstrous like Trogdor
Spit consummate V's
Get you down to your knees
But you be hella fond of it
Writing sonnets on the consequences
Coming up on 'em
I'm a poet
Cross stitching alphabets, your obit's right below it
I be twillin' the beat and I be killin' it too
Lacing my weave with ladyfingers like some Tiramisu
These sappy f*ckers wanna water down The Carlos' crew
I'm saying miss me with that gay shit
While I'm kissin' a dude
Is that too Kevin for you?
And yeah my shit may sound like Mezzanine
But if there's an empire
I'd be the king sportin' Messaline, uh
No need for internet in the name
We Discord messaging
And don't forget: I might have a role, so don't make no enemies

All I wanna know is why I haven't popped off yet
Only in a group because I can't hold my own project (Wait are you serious?)
Pull up to Napster and yell "Yo, where my bread at?"
Take a Napster and wake up to "Yo, where Bedhead at?"

Look for Listerine when I wake up in the morning
Act like I'm hard when every bar I spit is boring
I got tracks that I'm recording, I don't know if they gonna hit
I'm just tryna get my bread up move my homies to the 6ix

Man, I ain't never been shit
So I got a little money, start to flex a little bit
Couple singles and a tape, spent that money on a weave
Hope we'll drop a couple more before the world is missing me (Man)
Man, I ain't never been shit
So I got a little money, start to flex a little bit
Couple singles and a tape, spent that money on a weave
Hope we'll drop a couple more before the world is missing me

Kickin' off the tape, bitch I'm Liu Kangin
Sick of this robotic beef, your whole crew slangin'
I'm off the Cyrex, bitch, I digress
You off the clock man, time-pressed
I'm a mortal man speakin' to the dead (to the dead)
Give 'em my six cents, stream of thoughts from my head
Stream of orange juice... and I'm pourin' it
Take off in my racecar bed with a foreign bitch

Life's too short to smoke mid (smoke mid)
Yeah we bitches up in this bitch
Life's too short to smoke mid (smoke mid)
Yeah we bitches up in this bitch
Life's too short to smoke mid (smoke mid)
Yeah we bitches up in this bitch
Life's too short to smoke mid (smoke mid)
Yeah we bitches up in this bitch

Father to a band but not my girl's favorite member
Further from myself, keeping regrets from December
Need a wake-up call but no one's asking for my number
Until then, I'll make some hits with my group, motherf*cker

Made a tape with my friends, our crew is ride or die
Pull up to What a with Carlos, we bumpin' fly or die
And when I splash on your bitch, I'm Mr. Worldwide (I'm Mr. Worldwide)
If you want a piece of this shit, then hit our hotline
And I ain't never been shit
When I get a little money I'll feel like a bad bitch
A couple thousand on my shoes, a few more on my wrist
Shotgun in the Tesla, next to Jaden smith

(Is it over?)

And yeah my shit may sound like Mezzanine
But I be the hardest goin' Björk fan y'all ever seen
Yeah my favorite's Homogenic, but I see you bumping Vespertine
My jewelry too cold, I just got it from an ice machine
All of these wannabes be spineless like centipedes
But call me a hypocrite 'cause the hundreds gon' be the end of me (Oh, I get it)
Too much heat, uh-huh, put on the sunscreen
But who the f*ck be listening to the bars that you sending me

Man, I ain't never been shit
So I got a little money, start to flex a little bit
Couple singles and a tape, spent that money on a weave
Hope we'll drop a couple more before the world is missing me (Maaa-a-an)
Man, I ain't never been shit
So I got a little money, start to flex a little bit
Couple singles and a tape, spent that money on a weave
Hope we'll drop a couple more before the world is missing me (Maaaan)
Man, I ain't never been shit
So I got a little money, start to flex a little bit
Couple singles and a tape, spent that money on a weave
Hope we'll drop a couple more before the world is missing me
Man, I ain't never been shit
So I got a little money, start to flex a little bit
Couple singles and a tape, spent that money on a weave
Hope we'll drop a couple more before the world is missing me
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Writer: Brock Bierly, Carlos Mata, Jaxon Sealey, Luis Sanchez, Mark Mathias, Maxine Martell
Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, TuneCore Inc., O/B/O DistroKid

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