- Sorry Bonita (Prod By Oddisee) 歌詞 Joey Bada$$
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- Joey Bada$$ Sorry Bonita (Prod By Oddisee) 歌詞
- Joey Bada$$
- [Verse 1: Dyemond Lewis]
Its all illusions, fixed gear cruising
Fixed reality shrouded from governmental pollution
I aint a saint, the holy ghost up in my aura rebuked it
Its the era of indigo and they go with the preachin
I ascend as the seasons, go on and I vanish
Cause I notice Im slowly becoming way more imbalanced
A king with the crown, firm grip on the chalice
Solid gold angel coming back to burn down this Babylon
Has told many tales, his flows you could sells
Mastering wind elements, I move with the gales
[Verse 2: Chuck Strangers]
Cause Im a socialite in the night, ***** get right enable
Im boxin yo dorm, Put my Nikes on the coffee table
My tongues below her navel, she makes it where her skills enable
Seals my hands on her extremities, were choppin up these remedies
Came in between her and I
We leave it to the constellations like should we continue relations?
I think not cause all I do is smoke pot
And make beats, and yo ass just want back shots
[Verse 3: Dirty Sanchez]
Smokers club, Michael Jordan how Im killin 4 quarters
You stashin the trash, hoarder
Yo girl startin to bath water, its Dirty
And thats not an introduction, its nutchin
Dirt on my shoulders, like Hova
My *****s turn boulders soft, thats the ** ** that me and jovid saw uh
And now its like Pro Era in stores
All my *****s opening doors,
All my ******* is braless, flawless more or less
Balance was the key, more action less speaking
Everybody wants a piece
Peace
Check
(Peace)
Yo
[Verse 4: A la $ole]
When I release the flows I goes over yo dome far
The ***** to represent the barrio, we hold bars
I shine further, you sons get in the bogard
You gotta pick yo road, give it a go, keep the point gawd
Better with the regis my mind, they manifestin
Beast coast, yea we the pros, you dont wanna mess with
We leave you breathless, dont second guess the best who blessed it
Less than yo adolescence when I speak my progression
Bring it down baby
Bring it down baby, uh
[Verse 5: Kirk Knight]
This is what I asked for, asked for
Chillin at my backdoor, back off, mine tweakin on bath salts
Confuse my intelligence, maybe Im irrelevant
So eloquent, being riders with a elephant
The higher rank tryna pull a trump card
When I try and do the things, I deserve all respect
Intricit my amount, boy to any amount
To any account, probably I gets em out uh
I can see it through the pyramids
I can see it through the pyramids
I can see it through the pyramids
I must admit, I must admit
[Verse 6: Dessy Hinds]
The mental state of a ***** that was scheduled for great
Following schedules, never scheduled for break
But still embrace hell put ya neck in a brace;
Regular days went to getting paid regular
Respectin the Era where the Eras been ascendin up
Got all types of fans thats always sendin us love
And ex girls that I loved I now offend witha glove
And stay deeper, pistol head in the buck
Cause Mr. Hinds always gotta float to let the people know that ***** head is above
Regular sea height, cause they 3rd eye never seen height
Cause only this Brooklyn street light gave me shine to shine for these nights
Came with the free ice to bag bodies on the beat sipes
Bring it down baby
Bring it down baby, uh
[Verse 7: CJ Fly]
Lookin for whos in charge, dont be shocked, Im the plug
Get inside like the socket, the surgeon, the sergeant
Energy � I put all in
Im learning the flaw things
In the storm you stand out, you can struck and stand up
I know how to conduct, feelings electric
Well were connected, your buttons are pressin
Can test the reception, I sent you a message
Let me know if you get this, a question
[Verse 8: Joey Bada$$]
Seen it all in the retrospect, to retro steps
Like its 93 still, got 93 til mic skills
Even got the Acro Jack
Like for real there no testin, my tribe is not some Tribe called Questions
My professions are not no seconds
To know veterans and they meant its a thing
Im a menace, insane, minister brain is at the minister flame
Make it rain, she in pain, tell the 4th gal to drink
Got my head up in my dreams
Everything aint what it be seemin
Dont blame me girl, blame my *****
You got good jeans so your inseams made seamless
And off top youre a genius
We took a hit of of the greenest
Now she have more fearon the atmosphere but dont intervene us
Break her body down to the genus and so she leavin
She didnt get to pick and now I see Sophia
She get its on, sorry Bonita but
Sophia got a applebum
Sophia got a applebum
Im thinkin I should take it home
What you sayin?
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