Minus all them feathers I don't stuff the chat if ever
You see me inside that bs tell my mom "her son ain't clever"
I don't like to be caught lacking poppa told me bout them beggars
Yes I know my heart is cold
I don't need Aeropostale's sweaters
I need bags
Assets and glutton
Lust abundance
Drugs and hummus
Sike my nigga that ain't true I really won't include the hummus
Yes I know the gist is yet to cuff the
Best is yet to come
Her breast is thumbed like ones
I touch the beat like
Arthur fingers clutching, yuh
Timing, alignment, I'm always spinning
Hate to see me out though
I'm always chilling, always chilling
It's a sour apple world but my life is Splenda
Timing, alignment, I'm always spinning
Hate to see me out though
I'm always chilling, always chilling
It's a sour apple world but my life is Splenda
Yeah my life is Splenda
In the city now
See me in the crowd
Got the windows down
Now you feel it now
And we whippin black
Like under the couch
Put the city down
Come and make me proud
On hiatus had to take a break to focus on my dues
Only time I say "I Do" is when she ask about round two
Only time Im bout a ring is when the Cheerios on spoons
And when they start to talk the cheddar I just gas em wit the truth
Had me feeling out of bounds like
Like goalies posted on the moon
I been outlooking for balance Microsoft don't make no shoes
I know I failed to be the best but they still love me for my truth
Know I'm sick and gettin iller like I'm in bed with the flu
It's just by coincidence I'm sippin tea while jottin blues
I don't step out like these dudes
These boys be sharing pairs of shoes
Niggas get hurt tryna ball like Battinson It's in the proof
Said she bouta spike the tea
I guess she making her own rules
Timing, alignment, I'm always spinning
Hate to see me out though
I'm always chilling, always chilling
It's a sour apple world but my life is Splenda
Timing, alignment, I'm always spinning
Hate to see me out though
I'm always chilling, always chilling
It's a sour apple world but my life is Splenda
SPIKED TEA Video (MV)
Performed By: Heirmax Jordan
Language: English
Length: 2:57
Written by: Maurice Sampson, Norell Montgomery, Nori Montgomery
Heirmax Jordan - SPIKED TEA Lyrics
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Minus all them feathers I don't stuff the chat if ever
You see me inside that bs tell my mom "her son ain't clever"
I don't like to be caught lacking poppa told me bout them beggars
Yes I know my heart is cold
I don't need Aeropostale's sweaters
I need bags
Assets and glutton
Lust abundance
Drugs and hummus
Sike my nigga that ain't true I really won't include the hummus
Yes I know the gist is yet to cuff the
Best is yet to come
Her breast is thumbed like ones
I touch the beat like
Arthur fingers clutching, yuh
Timing, alignment, I'm always spinning
Hate to see me out though
I'm always chilling, always chilling
It's a sour apple world but my life is Splenda
Timing, alignment, I'm always spinning
Hate to see me out though
I'm always chilling, always chilling
It's a sour apple world but my life is Splenda
Yeah my life is Splenda
In the city now
See me in the crowd
Got the windows down
Now you feel it now
And we whippin black
Like under the couch
Put the city down
Come and make me proud
On hiatus had to take a break to focus on my dues
Only time I say "I Do" is when she ask about round two
Only time Im bout a ring is when the Cheerios on spoons
And when they start to talk the cheddar I just gas em wit the truth
Had me feeling out of bounds like
Like goalies posted on the moon
I been outlooking for balance Microsoft don't make no shoes
I know I failed to be the best but they still love me for my truth
Know I'm sick and gettin iller like I'm in bed with the flu
It's just by coincidence I'm sippin tea while jottin blues
I don't step out like these dudes
These boys be sharing pairs of shoes
Niggas get hurt tryna ball like Battinson It's in the proof
Said she bouta spike the tea
I guess she making her own rules
Timing, alignment, I'm always spinning
Hate to see me out though
I'm always chilling, always chilling
It's a sour apple world but my life is Splenda
Timing, alignment, I'm always spinning
Hate to see me out though
I'm always chilling, always chilling
It's a sour apple world but my life is Splenda
You see me inside that bs tell my mom "her son ain't clever"
I don't like to be caught lacking poppa told me bout them beggars
Yes I know my heart is cold
I don't need Aeropostale's sweaters
I need bags
Assets and glutton
Lust abundance
Drugs and hummus
Sike my nigga that ain't true I really won't include the hummus
Yes I know the gist is yet to cuff the
Best is yet to come
Her breast is thumbed like ones
I touch the beat like
Arthur fingers clutching, yuh
Timing, alignment, I'm always spinning
Hate to see me out though
I'm always chilling, always chilling
It's a sour apple world but my life is Splenda
Timing, alignment, I'm always spinning
Hate to see me out though
I'm always chilling, always chilling
It's a sour apple world but my life is Splenda
Yeah my life is Splenda
In the city now
See me in the crowd
Got the windows down
Now you feel it now
And we whippin black
Like under the couch
Put the city down
Come and make me proud
On hiatus had to take a break to focus on my dues
Only time I say "I Do" is when she ask about round two
Only time Im bout a ring is when the Cheerios on spoons
And when they start to talk the cheddar I just gas em wit the truth
Had me feeling out of bounds like
Like goalies posted on the moon
I been outlooking for balance Microsoft don't make no shoes
I know I failed to be the best but they still love me for my truth
Know I'm sick and gettin iller like I'm in bed with the flu
It's just by coincidence I'm sippin tea while jottin blues
I don't step out like these dudes
These boys be sharing pairs of shoes
Niggas get hurt tryna ball like Battinson It's in the proof
Said she bouta spike the tea
I guess she making her own rules
Timing, alignment, I'm always spinning
Hate to see me out though
I'm always chilling, always chilling
It's a sour apple world but my life is Splenda
Timing, alignment, I'm always spinning
Hate to see me out though
I'm always chilling, always chilling
It's a sour apple world but my life is Splenda
Writer: Maurice Sampson, Norell Montgomery, Nori Montgomery
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid