Fifty (feat. tobylane)

Fifty, love, get this, bruh, stones we throw to drip the blood Fifty, love, get this, bruh, catch me slippin' through the mud Print new sections, bold new tensions, rest me home, I'm hyperventin' Give me pension, roll my testing, meter roams without a question Unpack weapons, count to seven, trip this foam so oppose jettin' Stack my settin's, pretty weddin's, you fill me to jack the pressing I remember you from the garden You flew away screaming "pardon!" You lost the taste for the cause Cross the street and wonder why Those side eyes are on an uptick Three blind mice with a matchstick Find a brand new way to get home Because the bridge you knew is burned - gone Farewell fairweather friends Welcome new foes to the fireside All they want is reasons to conspire Against your dislike for better life Their arms are sharp But at least they're open I could be, I could be, I could be a fifty aye Make me 'nother fifty please, make me 'nother fifty please