CASSETTES ft. K Mills Lyrics

A lot of days spent

Tryna retrace steps

Trying to think

Where I went wrong

It don't make sense, make dollars

I don't make cents

Trying to chase cars, chase hoes

Go to straight debt

Where that shit went

Fuck the beat, man this shit is straight sex

Make love to the music

Oldies playing on cassette, baby

You know what it is and what it ain't, so why you say that

I'ma find another man

Baby that's a straight bet

Straight jet

I don't connect flights

I just hang ten

Stay fly baby

I don't got to chase steps

Bunch of crash dummies when I walk on stage they bang heads

Feel the love

Man it's vibes, fuck what they said

I can't stop fucking laughing

What's the bop mama

Wallow with my bottle imma flip

I been hollow at my soul

The prophet spitting at the lips

I been swinging high and low

Cause I been skimping at the hip

And the wrist

Grylls grabbed me said it's time to get a grip kid

The mask on like the kid about to risk it

Swinging from the closet door, corpse smelt like fish sticks

Fourth quarter at the prison chip

Bout to get my stimmy check in four loads

Place it to the torso

Envision it,

Played your tape and I can smell the bitch in it

We burst at you cowards

We spit a verse and devour your shit

Long hours, heavy rain brings flowers

Heartbreak give a man great powers

What you think

I been staring in the mirror coughing blood into the sink

While my chic cleans the stains off my mink