Other Cheek Lyrics

Music makes my heart skip a beat

Finally found myself in that space in between (Yea)

Knew I was a king even through the misery

Made some friends by mistake turned out to be Mystique

So discrete goddamnit (Damn!)

I love my bad habits

Never sober tied to trees just like a hammock (Trees)

Lungs are extinct blunt the size of a mammoth (Move!)

Move along carry on with that baggage

Always wing it never planned it but it seemed to work out (Work work)

Birthed in the belly of the beast hope I'm burped out

Now I'm shaking lot of hands got personal purell (Hello)

Made it outta hell came down just to pure will

Fuck the whole cast I got will son cast away

Getting all this money chips purely with puree

Why you why you in hurry I just wanna say hurray (Why?)

Still slide up quick like Andy Murray on the clay

Aye (ayeee)

Life a movie no a matinee (Yea)

It was written way before they were painting in the caves (Way back)

The the day that I will croak it'll be ok

Niggas put the hammers down and maybe play croquet

Anyways

Would you look me in my eyes when I speak

If I walked a thousand miles would you still wash my feet

Would you yeah, would you yeah

Would you give your last meal so someone else could eat

If I did you wrong would you still turn the other cheek

Would you yea, how could you yea

Will you look me in my eyes when I speak

If I walked a thousand miles would you still wash my feet

Would you yea would you yeah (How could you, could you could you, could you)

Would you give your last meal so someone else could eat

If I did you wrong would you still turn the other cheek

Would you yea (Why how how so!)

How could you yea (Watchu mean?)

Rubbing on this mic thought I was rubbing the lamp

I rub it in give my all sacrifice the lamb

Put in work now so I can get paid in advance (Paid)

When she hear me wrap clinging to me like saran

First round not fucking round I'm bout to get it

Everyones a cynic no more being civil

Go until the whistle stay committed

Go and push that limit, that's the golden ticket (Go, be!)

Superficial be official make em' try to mimic

Digits got a fistful

10k when I throw a fit 10 for the fit the year is fiscal

Take a selfie all the shawties want to share my pixels

Pick you up and you can take your pick, but just don't mix the signals (Don't mix em)

She hold the door for me, she don't hold the pickles

With a good man, she kill bitches call her Mr Pickles

How you hold me down and hold me back so strong but brittle

Drip out the Brita hoes bitter how she jiggle

So solid burn a hole in ya wallet from the giggle

Will you look me in my eyes when I speak

If I walked a thousand miles would you still wash my feet

Would you yeah? (How could you?)

Would you yeah? (How could you, how could you could you, could you)

Would you give your last meal so someone else could eat (How, why, how)

If I did you wrong would you still turn the other cheek (How so?)

Would you

Yeah

Would you

Would you would you (Yeah ugh)

Would you cry for me

Would you die for me

Would you ride for me

Lie to me lie for me

Would you take a life for me

Would you would you ugh

Would you would you would you would you

Would you cry for me

Would you die for me

Would you ride for me

Lie to me lie for me

Would you take a life for me

Would you would you ugh

Fuck that woulda coulda shit

Just do it then

Would you cry for me

Would you die for me

Would you ride for me

Lie to me