
SUPPOSED 2 WIN ft. T Clipse Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
I was forced to give my best to you
All I ask is you give me your heart
Give me the rest to do
Hot girl season catching breezes in that Lexus coupe
Just don't have me looking like a jester
In that red and blue
Habitual to play the fool
I mean I tend to play it cool
Went cold on 'em like the plates of food they gave at school
Poems, love letters, and that stupid song I made for you
Certified love before Drake and Nike made the shoes
One, two, three, I guess I'm beating to my drum again
'Fore you come confront me 'member I ain't wit the drama man
Remember college parties buss down two for one at Cumberlands
Three strikes and now I'm outta town
You wit another man
But I ain't fronting 'cause I'm 'posed to win
Never follow rules we getting blunted at colloquiums
And I always knew I used to act like I ain't notice it
Charge it to the game 'cause now I know the biz
Clipse
I heard you was a no show
Like Roanoke
Guess I missed the party
With them uncanny valley folk
My nigga you just
Filled with spectacle
Like Pences running mate
I'm breaking glass ceilings
In Glass homes
I'm filled with rage
Fuk uh jurisdiction
Get shit crackin
Like spy espionage
I've been topsy turby
Since I shroomed out watching avatar
I got battle scars
Wand from ollivanders
Pop you niggas off
I'm cracking bottles
Like my team just won a championship
Negligence
Casey Anthony can you babysit
Wait a minute
Get it wholesale
Then I let it flip
Magic tricks
Getting consumed
My thoughts stay wondering
Dust hittin the broom
Poltergeist in the room
Close the windows
It's getting hot
We can't be leaking out fumes
Clocking out
My mind is blank
Over my head
A gray cloud looms
We getting shifty
Like we living in twin peaks
I told my man
The other day
Don't wanna follow
I gotta lead
Surviving these merky streets
weary of what I read
I got a torn soul
It's fragile
Handle it delicately
Shabach shabach
To my most high
Some losses are victories
In disguise
Am I falling with style
Or can I fly