Butane Tales ft. JustNishan Lyrics

I ain't never slipped up with the bag

Never tripped off all the shit I never had

I hit the block for inspiration, these date trees

Omani chip sandwich, cruising for that late breeze

Butane tales, can you inhale it

This air I breathe got me prevailing

Plenty homies locked up, never seen the light

Don't play with son, he never seen the night

45 degrees but we stay cold

Turned up for Friday night lights before J Cole

I done used them cards for them payphones

My homie beat his case, and now the case closed

Chicken 65 with that wonderbread

Too many sleepless night, that's what the hunger did

Days of us begging moms for a happy meal

That's when I started chasing paper instead of day dreams

The A team, we back like VTC's on two wheels

I'm too real, doughnuts on sheikh zayed, have you seen

Paint jobs on national day, we on Jumeira road

Roller skates and string spray, its best you prolly stay at home

Surrounded by feinds, Just tryna stay clean

Now I need to deal with trash artists and paid streams

Broke with no cream. Swimming against the stream

Going by through life with that ultra light beam

You don't know the city, like we know them shits

The one dirham train at them dodgy malls, we rode em shits

DFC days, hella runnins with the law, Hoping fences after brawls

We done had a fucking ball

Lost in the seams of an extreme

System that was never built like how it seemed

That was the theme and the routine

Of their modern day life American dream